The Unfiltered

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 dismay

All the memories of joy and love

Knocks often hinting you

To not forget the good times. 

How hard is it to pay attention!

You know you’ll be fine

After all, it only thunders to rain.