Hidden

So what’s with the face
when you dislike
what’s being said.

You swallow that anger
let it grow and grow
feeds your heart
dirties your mind

You keep lingering
Wondering about
all those fears of yours
you hesitate and take your time;
Outside, rain is falling relentlessly

One day, the sky is dressed
in light blue,
you take it out on someone else
you scream without stopping
you speak your mind,
you speak your heart.

And we both cry until dawn.

Victoria Bonacalza.