Fear is Not to Be Run From

A tight emptiness in my throat

A quick consideration of options but endlessly told to say nothing

Youth does not hide the terror in trying or the knife swallowed as i do nothing

It silences before it can think and it skews true feelings

Told to be bold and taught what it is not

Silence is the only option

To take on another’s voice clouds the story

And creates what was never there

The trees only whisper and the moon does not lie

That loneliness is not to be feared

But quiet is not safe

Hollowness in my chest, barely breathing

Drowning in invisible tears and looking in, you find the quiet

The quick temper is not personal and

I tell myself to wait

Wait for when you can unmask and uncover

Words that were not said and

Tears that never left my eye

I just wait until I see you in the morning,

You who relaxes my tight throat and eases my pain

Who shares a subtle happiness of which I engulf my feelings in

And the home I miss most at times of quiet observation