Bottle up hurt

Bottle up hurt
Hold my tears back
I spill them out on paper
Now all the pages has carried
My dreads...
I don't wanna speak,
I wanna write a word...
It does help...

Tears turned themselves
Into masterpieces
They always do...
My silent mental breakdown
Is the rhythm of poetry...
Lyrical motion...

My soul's pain is a rush...
And I just sit and cry
Or ink all out..
Then it becomes

The work of art.
My heartache doesn't have to
Be in a public eye....
It could be a secret..
Hidden in dark closet
And forget everythin that

Is so blue....♥️💯©️ Kai C. 8-7-24