Things Unsaid

Fumes of sadness rise from a pit of despair
to fuel her fiery crown of disdain.
She beams her rage into the eyes of her partner.

He says, I feel powerless too.
I want to feel safe too.
Please cry and listen to what your heart wants.
I’d rather that than be burned by your bitterness.
You can have more of what you want.
There is hope.

I made this piece when I was 14. And now, at 29, it speaks perfectly to the pattern I’m in. My true emotions and desires have felt trapped for a long time. And the consequences of this have been steep.

She responds, I’m sorry.
I’ll try to feel what’s beneath.
I’ll pause before I seethe
and breathe into my true desire.