My Silent Pain

Scream, scream
At the top of my lungs.
My silent pain
Imprisoned by my tongue.
Bang with my fists,
My anger outraged.
I’ve pretended too long.
Time to get off your stage.
Glare with a look
That shouts, “STOP!”
I do not let your bubble grow.
I gladly poke and pop!
Charades and lies,
It’s all the same,
As friends and lovers
Within hidden names.
I do not care
If you dance.
I only avoid
Any of your romance.
You offer me treasure.
You offer me pain.
I’ve been crazy long enough.
I’m no longer that sane.
Crawl, crawl,
You retreat with regret.
I tried to warn you.
Too bad you forget.

7.26.18 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Don’t worry about it. I don’t.
PS. Sometime when I feel anger, I choose to put in writing so that it can come and go, Lord willing, with no consequences.. Better to get it out that to let it bottle up. God taught me not to go to bed angry if possible. And along the way He has given my far more joy… in Him! 🙂

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