The
confrontation of mind and heart
Conceals
the emotions deep within.
When
they are revolting to break out,
It is
the instinct - the innate nature
Of the
soul not to show or utter
Even
the slightest hint of sorrow.
The dam
of silent tears is closed
Behind
the mask of my impassive face.
A great
degree of violent pain is endured
When a
volcano on the verge of eruption
Is
capped by silence to let it implode
Not to
cause additional distress.
My
conscience does not comprehend
That
the silence evokes hostility
Which
haunts in the eyes gazing at me.
But
they will never understand,
The
agony inflicted upon the heart.
Accusation
begins to confront avoidance,
Adjuring
to break the distancing silence
Without
understanding the struggle within.
August 6, 2014
