Shell

_{There are no sounds or words for it,
no songs or paintings that come close to it,
no sculptures or photographs.
There's nothing at all, in fact,
that could could ever convey
what it is I want to say.
So I'll stick to what's familiar
and ignore it until we're
thoroughly afraid
of even mentioning its name.
Then the silence, I hope,
will begin to corrode
the feelings I carry inside
of me.
And with time I may discover
that with nothing left to uncover
I will only have to hide
what is empty.}



I thoroughly despise not knowing how to express an emotion, but sometimes there just isn't anything I can do about it.