To feel is to acknowledge.
One so careless to allow
The pain, the torment
Is surely set to fall.
Free, flailing and uncontrollable
With stomach in chest
Heart in mouth
Mouth wide open.
Find strength in apathy
Not numb, but stoic
Not foolish, but brave.
Channel, they say
Feelings flowing, plugged
Until seen fit.
Again, find weakness
In release, but no relief.
Tell them all your silent tale
All your violent ordeal
With no words.
But always know
How your pride is purged.
