Emotional Control
by Khomotso Makitla
Squealing tires on a wet road.
Shattered glass, fragments of once comfort.
Echoes of screams could be heard afar, calling for help.
Those cries began to fade, yet people were closing in.
A helping hand was offered.
Shame and guilt struck, memories of once refusing a hand.
Helplessly, a tear fell.
A tear on the heart,
and sore thoughts on the soul.
Memories came flooding back,
emotions congesting my heart and my mind.
That’s how I collapsed,
my thoughts and emotions trembling as one.
Now my laundry hangs
for the whole world to see.
Help me, for now help I seek.
Keen to speak, for love I know I’m weak.
But now I know,
my emotions, thoughts, and heart
know when it’s time to ask for help
and to hell with love.
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