Language Of The Heart Poem by shirani ibrahim

A heart a reservoir emotions sacredly stored.
The variable level of experiences when overboard..
The good the bad the ugly be it a cocktail taste.
The ups downs in life's journey nothing hesitates..
Sequence of series, images; a flash of the past.
Connects to reaction, considered strangely outcast..
Interactional rules when emotions are permitted.
Banning the outlet outbursts and coldly restricted..
Hurt eyes, no moisture, no hint, no despair, just fear.
Stifling all urges to express the language of tears..
The stress in life controlled, no emotional revelations.
A toll on the health resulting in physical complications..
A secret weapon, stimulating words, exploring deeper.
Intense pain, but drowned to be unheard, and a great healer..
When twilight falls, it pins its curtain with a star,
And the stillness at night, the thoughts wonder afar.....
The pain with a pillow, shares the language as it smears.
The twin rivers that overflow, spilling excessive tears!