Guilt Equips My Sadness Poem by Sara Hol

I sealed off the emotional attachment,
I shut down all of my whims.

Leaving a hole, empty in my being,
I lye still not showing my skinned knees.

The tears, they fall in silence,
as the physical shakes go unseen.

I grasp at the headaches that spawn,
not showing the world of this hurt I redeem.

I have hidden for so long,
my negative emotions fall in shame.

Guilt spins from the pity,
as guilt reminds me that things could always be worse.

I do not allow myself to reconnect,
with the human emotion they call sadness.

I must not show weakness,
I must not be vulnerable..
because that is how the mighty fall.

When in reality, I have already fallen.