The words are piling up behind my eyes…
pushing past resistant eyelids…
spilling…
letter by letter…
down my cheeks…
where I angrily brush them aside.
I don’t want to write…
I don’t want to feel in text…
I don’t want to say the things my heart is dictating.
So I rub…
I destroy the words that must never be spoken…
the dreams…
the hopes…
the why….
the how…
the deafening shriek filling my mind…
the absolutely gut-wrenching pain I have no right to believe is mine.
I want to say…
that I cannot say…
anything at all.
It’s ok to feel angry, it’s all part of the process, just say the words out loud, you’ll feel better. Shabbat Shalom!