Directly below the surface
Bubbling with intentions
I see your feelings
Some hot, many cold
But still visible.
You speak your words laced with double meanings
You use your pen to heal but also to sting
It’s a process I am sure
One you are happy to repeat, over and over
You are veiled but there is someone that hears your heart
The voices in your head yell and scream and cry
They explain and question and wonder why oh why
You veil your pain in bubbly speech
It’s noticed as much as the sometime nervous giggle
Though pushed down the same feelings emerge
Tauntingly, and with caution you test waters.
I can not quench what I know will become bitter
I hope your boiling will subside
Both in want and in anger.
So much ahead, one should not spend time holding
A veil.
©Lainey Starr 2010