Floodgates

No tears relieve the suffering that’s kept hidden from the world. I wish tears would cure the problem, and yet I know they never will. Some days I fall and the rivers flood as I question, when will it go away? This query remains unanswered, and more streams flow without delay. But a strength burns within me, feeble as it may be. It’s enough to close the floodgates and quell the pain oh so slightly. The walls are built, rivers and streams no more; A ceaseless pool of affliction that builds and billows earnestly But remains concealed from all. In time the gate is crushed And once more I begin to fall.