There is a process so strenuous,
It makes my soul ache;
And it begs me for peace.
It hurts so bad it takes my breath away.
Leaving me speechless and gasping for words.
It crushes my soul so forcefully
It pushes its pain out through my eyes,
Letting it dance down my face.
Perfectly and with unity.
Commanding it to splash onto my paper.
To cover my words; dissolve them into nothing.
It’s a silent cry.
A plea for help.
One that whispers to me,
“Stop.”
“Please, just stop.”
But I never can.
I still can’t.