Trickle

Photo by Mayank Dhanawade Unsplash

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?