Self Healing

Like a fountain of gaseous magma, My heart pours out grief daily, This pain hits differently, Crumbling the four walls of my heart, I've bottled up this fumes unsuccessfully, Believing grown men don't cry, Now my eyes are saturated from within, Drowning every courage I have gathered. I'm quick to tears each time I try to speak, I hold back the words and my heart sinks, Like a small canoe in the stormy seas, Navigating stubbornly against the tides, Gulp after gulp, I'm swallowing my voice, This salty water leaves my tongue afloat, Mumbling gibberishly upon deaf ears, With pitied eyes searching for the shore. Settled on this island of vulnerability, I'm scribbling out the words from my heart, The words my mouth have failed to speak, The words that have overcrowded my mind, Freeing up my burdens expressing my pains Searching for the light within my darkness, Finding strength in my own weaknesses, Swallowing the bitter pills of self healing. Copyright (C) 2023 - Sir D'Champ's Poetry.