Like Wax, My Heart Bleeds Poem by Sara Hol

I feel my heart beginning to bleed again,
as the emotions wash over me
erasing the smile I had placed.

The blood drips like wax,
so natural, unnoticed,
and convenient.

The urge to cry begins to rise
as my throat becomes stiff
and tense.

I clench my fists to my side,
praying that I may find
some peace of mind.

My thoughts register
into my heart,
as it only continues
to bleed.

I stand, numb,
paralyzed in my own fear
as my memories flood
back from the unknown
black hole,
I had hidden them in.

The sadness overwhelms me,
I turn the light off
lye in my bed
and throw the blanket over my face.

I refuse to let the world know
of my hurt,
and of the tears that begin
to fall.

I cry until my eyes are soo sore
that they refuse to stay open,
my face stings from the lingering salt.

I lye still in the dark,
afraid to breathe..
feeling that any sound I make
may lead to weakness.

Eventually,
I rise to rinse my face
of the vulnerability..
Take my place back in bed,
tightly hug my pillow
and pass out from the
emotional exhaustion.

Tomorrow,
I shall rise..
place a smile on my face
and laugh,
pretending that the night
of sadness had never taken place.

Nobody will ever know.