Chasing Sunshine

There are so many things to say,

So many that will perchance

Remain unsaid,

For that has always been

The bane of my existence –

The fact that I cannot

Bring myself to say,

The things that hurt the most

To keep within.

There is relief

In being heard;

Much more,

In being understood –

It’s more the pity then,

That my mind will always choose

To stay silent,

And keep the fire raging,

Even as I try and smile

As I traipse along,

On this sojourn

That is life.

I sit down to write,

I hope the words will flow;

I release the thoughts,

Wondering which ones will show

And which ones will stay obscure –

I cannot deny the dread

That lays seige of my mind

As it struggles against the brilliance

Of the dazzling light

That chooses to reveal,

Almost always.