cycling

I can feel so angry I want to cry

I want to punch a wall but I choose a silent scream instead

It’s different than the anger I see

It’s not directed at anything or one but myself.

The violent thoughts that get stuck propelling through my skull leave scars

I wish my anger could thrust me into motion

But instead it sinks me into a corner

I may seem strong but not strong enough to face myself

To hold myself

Instead I allow my words to hurt

I don’t let them scar but they bruise

And those bruises leave me w shame I can’t shake

Off fast enough

The cycle continues

next month

-Shealyn Shea Lyn