Crying caught in the throat of my mind, <br />wanting to be expressed, but it cannot. <br /> <br />There is a barrier of steel holding it <br />back, I will not relent nor release it <br />to show my sorrow. <br /> <br />It is pent up where it will stay, <br />because I don't want to cry any longer, <br />it does no good, it satisfies no one, <br />least of all myself. <br /> <br />Digitally recording thoughts in stencils <br />of mind control, placing them on fragmented <br />parchment of old. <br /> <br />Strenuously withholding emotion from filling <br />me to overflowing, I sit and write it all <br />intellectually on paper so I may see it <br />clearly, then silently put it aside for <br />tears do not help in piled dismay. <br /> <br />Hurting can not touch me any longer, because <br />I have willed it away from me. <br /> <br />Taking no part in it's existence, I am <br />free to be myself, alone, far from anyone I <br />know.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-intellectually/
