Is it having your world expand,
the secrets
parts of you life you keep to your self,
pray that no one knows,
yet, it is ironic how often we have
similar travesties
we carry around with ourselves,
thinking just us
no one could possibly feel the same,
yet, we all do, we all do.
Different degrees of separation
disassociation,
we can convince our own mind,
long before we speak,
long ahead of that friend
who might
certainly be by your side
when necessary,
yet who determines
what necessitates
freedom from your demons.
Most times nobody ever knows,
they laugh about it,
imagine how ridiculous it might be
to carry out
such an insane
unreasonable decision.
Yet it happens,
next day news,
next year a memory
forever a wonder,
some will in their quiet
talk about peace
peace of mind
finding peace
inside the pain,
that internal storm
forever silenced.
We can hope, we can pray,
yet as a people, we can never
get in the way,
for it isn’t anyone’s choice
not yours, not someone everyone knew,
the choice is always the victim.
