I remember repressing what I felt;
Showing pain meant showing trust
And my trusting had slowly gathered rust,
I remember hiding
Feelings, and then dealing
With love and hurt
Almost as if I’d burst;
One little remark
Or maybe none,
In that instance I’d fall apart;
Corroded a bit too much.
I’d be grateful
that I remain graceful enough
To fall like the remaining dust,
I repress too much
What I’d like to tell the world,
The beating of my heart
Is but forgotten music,
Faded sheets that ask
Play me in glee or sombrely
Fortissimo and then Pianississimo
The dynamics that help
Expressing what lies within
But I’ve ignored the notes
Forgotten how to read
Repressed so much
I can no longer tell my feelings apart.
©️ Jana Pelzom, 2023
