We are just family

        I thought I could hide all that is pressing me but even
the ache to scream destroys my mind. Oh how the layers
are peeled to the rawness. Still I hold it all in. Not allowing,
even, the tears to fall.

        Oh how I hate the steps of quiet. The held taunts of
sayings that I only press against harder. Striving so hard
not to explain all that is pushing against me.

      As thought my pain, the endurance I bear is
anything you are allowed to hear. I place the sadness,
the anger, the hurt ~ here ~ inside.

       One day it sets free but enough of myself. Placing
any part of me upon someone else is wrong. I have no
right to unwind onto anyone. No way to claim any ears,
any hearts.  

                    My words fall here.

        Do what you want. My tears cannot claim anyone,
much less any friends. They are mine. The scratches,
the parched throat are only heard into the wind.

                   Shaking my head.

      Not necessity for you to appease anyone but those
who surround you. My echo may be heard but no need
for you to inquire, we are only family.

      

      Holding a soft distance as the wind picks up the eyes.
Drying all that spreads across the freckled, button nose.

      Here I stand, strong, with the sighs falling down inside
my spirit. Oh the shaky breath finds a strengthening
steel. Becoming so free.

     Soaring so much that I disappear from the weight and
hold the miles between. All because the silence would
explain so much.

     Carefully the breaths that the lungs inhale just cause
more stinging. Yet I will be good, fine. No need to inquire
for we are only family.

     
      I hope there is a moment where you wonder, where
you have a great desire to inquire. I dare you to feel
the need to know. I hope whatever is expressed, seen
or heard, speaks so much more than my voice.

      Carried to a new level. Holding a part, a piece
of me. Still dangling wanting the inquiry but I can only
cling to the hope your curiosity entertains your mind.

     A hope that the questions you hold beg for your
comprehension. So much more that my beating heart
holds the clarity, the answers.

      Alas, though, I can only hope. We are just family.
No need to explain. Just a hope that the need to
understand is holding you strongly.

                          Shh. Just inquiry. Even though we
                                         are just family.