Thoughtsara

For every hard rock you hit, You wonder Looking back at your choices And the questions of unseen voices.  There you stand, Sternly strong, Feigning ignorance to hurt that sprung.  As if you mastered The act of holding it all together.  Whilst a voice deep from within Keeps whispering loud enough To stop pretending. You wander places, cross streets Run along waters, All in vain With thoughts stuck To the one thing that  you are running away from. The discomfort that never ceases,  The incessant struggle to solicit succour,  And the urge to draw conclusions To get it over with, in a brisk.  They plainly tell you That the more you try to hold it in, The harder it gets. Like a balloon that is filled with air Seeks burst. May you let it sink in. Let it slide through The moments of pain. One at a time Hurting less each time.  With each gentle blow of air Or a glance at the starred sky, For a random sparkle in the eye Or an aimless attempt ended in disma...