Words that cannot be said
must resonate, reverberate
like bumper car thoughts, caroming
in the recesses of the mind,
pinballing off psychic bumpers, threatening
to tear free, erupt like lava repressed,
ready for freedom, ready to cede
the anger so long held captive
eating away from the inside, never
certain of the consequences
of that release from its prison.
Words will not be said today,
fear maintains its gravitational grip
but time erodes all things
and the day will come when
words will be whispered, words
will be shouted, words will be said
and fear will give way to relief.