You would not see it brandished on my face
You would not hear it with every breath that I take.

For once it comes, I cry it out in the dark
And once I leave I push it back down.

I put it in a jar and close it tight
Then I store it away at a great height

But once the jar pops free
And it all falls infront of me

I take it away back in the dark
Where I fill it up and don't leave a mark

I close it back at such a height
Cause I know I cannot empty it , with all my might

Written 19 June 2020 at 20:19