Hurting
I’m hurting
I feel the swell begin to form
The back of my throat begin to hurt
Tears begin to drip but I wipe them down
I don’t want them to touch the floor
I don’t want them to be acknowledged
I don’t want to be . . . weak
In my most vulnerable form caught undersea
There’s no one here to hold me back if I choke in my tears
There’s no one here to hug me as I writhe from the pain
If I allow myself to feel, there’s no one here to hug me in the pain of my own feelings
No one
Not even myself
This poem is about:
Me