Sorrow has lashed into me,
Badly scarring me.
You do not see them,

I have them hidden...
Eyes please... hold it well.

I carry it with me anywhere I go.
I cannot escape it or be rid of it.

Some cast sorrow out for others to see,
reaching out, frantic.
Others they would never let it show,
going under without a word or a sound.

How it builds and builds... sorrow it being so persistent.

As I takes me everything else becomes distant,
The sorrow begins to creep through every part of me.

My skin begins to crawl,
My chest crushing under the force.
Each breath lets in a new stab of agony.

Sorrow then escapes me and runs from my eyes
Drowning every emotion I have but it.
It burns down my cheeks over my jaw.

I sob for air only to be met by more,
I raise my eyes to the sky,
surrendering to it.

Once it begins it cannot be stopped,
My only chance is to let if come
Meeting sorrow...
Brace myself and prepare for battle.

I am so weary from this fight.

My happiness is the shore that becomes hazy,
Sorrow is the wave that comes to carry me away.
The freezing water is the pain familiar as it gradually makes me numb.

How long can I keep it contained?
How long can I keep my head above it all.
How long before I begin to scream in sheer suffering.

Despair replacing the hope,
like a light that flickers and fades away in the distance.
How long before I am swept away?

Or do I even want to be saved,
would I rather succumb to my injuries.
Drift away, fade away.

No, I will always come back,
to shore again gasping and shivering.

Staggering back into life only to fight another day.
Once again to be swept away.

Emily Guyette
9-2012