Every time someone asks
How I am feeling
I want to rip open my chest
And scream
“don’t you see
this hurricane
inside of me?
It kills me
a little more
every fucking day!”
But I don’t
I just nod
And say I’m OK
There is a Hurricane in There
27 Sunday Mar 2016
Posted in Poetry
Wounded Memories 
Be careful. I found out the hard way there is danger in pushing down your feelings.
I know this feeling very well…hugs.
and expectations are that people you’re closest to should know that you’re not ok.
We all pretend.
Hugs