Beneath all the happiness and glamour it lays
Quiet as if its presence has vanished
But as strong as before
Waiting for the right time to strike

Covered by numerous layers of time
But still significant
Weighing heavily as then
With difficulty I contain it within
But afraid of its inevitable eruption

I allow to be carried away by the present
Let the past be blown by the winds
But remain reminded that
Beneath the daily routines and trends of life
It silently remain present.