A well of emotion Swells behind the eyes And slivers down the back of the throat To nestle under the ribs And sting repeatedly Until a trickle Leans into a well worn crease To release a gentle stream Rolling down the track on a cheek And pools into one single drop Filled with everything Unresolved Silent Angry Lonely
Do I let it fall revealing both strength and weakness? Do I leave it to prove I feel? Or do I quietly wipe it away to let it seep back to where it forms?
