Days go by and I endure the pain. The ache. The agony.
Silently. Restrained. Reticent.
The torment, like fire, licks at my flesh and bones, wounding my psyche more with each passing minute.
But I abstain from unloading my burden onto others or even myself.
Instead, I move along. Advance. Survive.
Elbowing the misery to the corners of my mind,
To live. To support. To mother.
The crushing weight of suffering spills over the break wall of tenacity.
The wounds are too vast. The load is too heavy.
My body and spirit crack under the pressure,
Releasing unbridled sobs of suppressed sorrow, pain, and anguish.
Weeping persists as my brain releases turmoil like a release valve on a pressure cooker.
Slowly, the grieving of the past’s abuses recedes,
Sadly, only for it all to begin once again.