Tears roll down my checks

My eyes close

And I come a little closer to the point where I finally let it all go

Then the wind blows and I am stoic once again

Putting on the smile of confidence

And the painted face that hides the pain…

It’s only in the still of the night that I am alive

That I give flight to my caged soul…

You see each night

I light a candle

And take a small jar

I fill it with scraps of paper with spilled ink and tear stained verse

I scream into that jar

Then I put on the lid

I take it to the river

Where I slowly let them drown…