Crying caught in the throat of my mind,
wanting to be expressed, but it cannot.
There is a barrier of steel holding it
back, I will not relent nor release it
to show my sorrow.
It is pent up where it will stay,
because I don't want to cry any longer,
it does no good, it satisfies no one,
least of all myself.
Digitally recording thoughts in stencils
of mind control, placing them on fragmented
parchment of old.
Strenuously withholding emotion from filling
me to overflowing, I sit and write it all
intellectually on paper so I may see it
clearly, then silently put it aside for
tears do not help in piled dismay.
Hurting can not touch me any longer, because
I have willed it away from me.
Taking no part in it's existence, I am
free to be myself, alone, far from anyone I
know.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-intellectually/
