Trickle
Jan 9, 2023
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?