Left in the rushing wind

Those things you want to say and yet you leave them floating. Never really giving a hope to saying what is on your mind. Only for fear that you may sound so crazy or so bitter.

Yet still they drill inside you. You want so badly to confess words of something. Yet the obvious is there. The words remain hidden .

Most often times you walk away from all that may affect you. Hoping the tears slide in silence and no one really did pay attention. Yet you want someone to address you with simple words of encouragement. 

Still what can be said when the words choke you? What can be seen when the soul remains calm inside the rumbling storm?

Ah there is nothing that can remain. No one to really investigate the depth of what you are not saying. Nor are they at the level of caring and understanding.

So you walk away. Praying for the distance to just let you forget. To let the words disappear. To have no feelings, no emotion.

Ah yes the memories are remaining but alas I say nothing. For opportunity I might get lost again.

No I cannot let how I feel affect any situation anymore. I walk. I say words in my mind and I let them remain.

Those are the memories I have to build. Those are the words that have to stick. I cannot profess anything.

For if I did I would be outside looking in, once more.

A change I hope not to feel ever again.

And yet I do.

Alas that is the point. I understand that now. And I keep hoping, moving. Just striving for calm. Deepening inside the turbulent tornado.  My story of words, my confession of feelings are left floating.

Floating in the rushing wind.