I convince myself I'm okay.
Tell myself I've let all that go.
I smile, I laugh, I dance, I sing.
And then I feel it....my chest tightens.
I struggle to breathe.
I attempt to run, hide from it.
But it creeps up behind me,
I feel it's cold, damp hands encircle my neck.
I scream but no one hears me.
For the screams are silent....
It demands I be silent so as not to upset those around me.
"It" is anger....
"It" is bitterness....
"It" is resentment....
And I struggle, every second of every minute of every hour of every day.
I struggle to let it go,
For it depletes me, exhausts me, and is slowly killing me.
And so I struggle....
Struggle to breathe.