The Well, poetry by MTB Mum at Spillwords.com
Gary Meulemans

The Well

The Well

written by: MTB Mum

 

You know that place we all go from time to time. The place where you are just holding on. There’s a lump in your throat, your eyes start to well.
You blink away tears, change the subject, swallow hard. Change your thoughts. Still, just holding on. You pull yourself together, but, someone could tell.
They ask what is wrong, and how can they help? You go back to that place where your eyes start to well. They can’t.
Wipe the tears, think of words, but they hurt. Take a breath start again, detach. Unplug, disconnect.
Do you choose to continue
or
Give in to the well?

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