Trickle

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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?

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Candace J Thomas
Candace J Thomas

Written by Candace J Thomas

Candace is a writer, poet, and novelist living in Salt Lake City, Utah. Find more at candacejthomas.com

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