Abyss

Tears fall through my soul, but my face shows no sign of fatigue. Inside I am pulled in limitless directions while on the surface my body stands straight and tall. Why can I not be honest with the world about my feelings? Why do I think I have to be pleasant ALL the time, even with those to whom I am close? I keep my fear, my anger, my tension, my sadness bottled deep inside my soul. Wounding my insides creating a hollow place where nothing is felt. An abyss. It frightens me to have a place where I feel nothing. It makes me angry, the abyss turns into a place of anger and knots my stomach. I am in pain, physical pain, emotional pain. Tears tumble through my soul, I finally cry.