It never really goes away…
It comes and goes
Like the tide – it ebbs and flows;
Like the waves – it crashes to the shore then recedes;
Sometimes it erupts like a volcano after a period of dormancy
spewing magma from its core and flows along the slopes
scorching everything in its wake;
Sometimes it bleeds out
Like cloth fibers releasing dye when thrown in the wash
mixing in the water – ruining everything else that’s soaked in it;
And the worst thing, perhaps
is how it lurks in the background
of every thought…every encounter…every conversation,
concealing itself within gentle words of encouragement;
It hums constantly at a barely audible frequency
until a trigger amplifies the volume.
onefrustratedpoet 