Jumbles of Words

JWS - 4

Just Write Something

I am a stranger. 

I am a stranger to others

I am a stranger to myself.

sometimes it feels as if I am just a visitor in my own body.

I shut down.

I let it stew between my blood and heart for a while.

But, everything starts to overflow.

Spill, trickle, flow away out of my body.

Out of my mind.

But the thing is, once it's there it never really leaves. 

It's never gone.

It's there. It wants to come back.

It comes back.

By this time no one remembers it was even there.

I do.

I can't forget.

Fill the thump of heart with pain

Fill my eyes with images I can't do anything about.

Take my anger in stride.

Take it without fear.

I'll wait.

Waiting, 

the only way it fills up again.