Words By Sharnta Bullard, Art By Hailey Renee
I often wonder why I cry.
Is it me or is it just a lie,
to feel sorry for myself
for going through things it seems matters to no one else?
Or maybe it is my body’s way
of releasing the pain
I try so hard to hide away,
but it becomes so much to bear,
that even my body seems to care,
though I walk through life with a blank stare.
After a while it all comes to roost,
like a prisoner who has just been loosed,
running to find the best protective shelter,
seeking the help of the unsuspecting,
all the while neglecting,
eventually I will get caught.
Caught with raw emotions,
erupting and setting off like an explosion.
Then I will be left in shock,
as if I never had the notion,
that my pain and feelings start taking over me, creating an erosion.
I wish there was some relief for my pain,
like a magic potion,
but then again, I rather feel something than just go through the motions
of masking my pain, when healing has become my devotion.