Pain within

A piece of paper, pen in hand.
Time flows by like hourglass sand.
Words rush out from in the brain.
As tears pour down like falling rain.

The pain withheld just grows some way.
And haunts your being everyday.
From dawn to dusk and in between.
Are battles to keep the hurt unseen.

And then there comes a tiny slip.
When someone sees a subtle tip.
That not all is how your life might seem.
How the nightmare fades away the dream.

Tired of hiding you bare your all.
With a true friend they feel your fall.
Only true friends can feel your pain.
And for a true friend you’d do the same.

So, as I am writing, this I do know.
Don’t hold in your pain and foster its growth.
Release the hurt that resides there within.
Even if only with paper and pen.