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.