Some things are best not spoken about

left alone to grow cobwebs and dust.

The moments in time that proved to be

too much, too heavy, too raw are better

left alone.

 

For heads grow heavy and souls grow weak

when burdens are too much to bear.

It’s of these moments we mustn’t speak,

don’t you dare bring back the hurt

that it was.

 

Some things are best left behind moving forward,

yet it’s those trials that built your being.

The hurt and the anger, the tears and the fear

created the present you that refuses to speak

of the past.

 

All of the things not to mention again,

remain inside of this delicate soul, waiting to surface again.

The unspoken moments that create driving fear

boil over in times filled with aching regret begging to

be spoken of

again.