Suppression

It is time for the skeletons in my closet to appear.

I will be forced to look into their vacant eyes.

Will my shield withstand the tremendous fear

that threatens to erupt in a volcano of cries.

I always thought suppression was the key to being free.

Lock away the memories that make the sadness come.

Choke back the tears that are there but can't be seen.

It's the only way I know, for i'd much rather be numb.

Anger burns in me so deep.

Time has hidden it in the depths of my soul.

But the barrier has weakened, I can no longer keep

it buried inside this shallow hole.

Hurt by the ones who should have loved me the most.

I walked blindly into their clever trap.

They left me alone, as the ultimate host

to deal with all of their leftover crap.

Now the skeletons have opened up the door.

They are reaching out to me.

They have plucked the strings at my very core

begging to be set free.

As I allow the tears to fall from my face,

and as I let my wall begin to crumble and fall,

I remember that I am here to win this race.

And these memories are here to help me if I fall.

So, I've learned that suppression is not the answer for me.

Im not strong enough to keep these feelings inside.

But I am strong enough to set them free,

to join me on one hell of a ride.