Words and Vent.

Words.
In anger, in hurt.
Humour, at the wrong time.
Orders and requests.
Genuine and fake.


Somehow, they make a LOT of difference, to me.

Even when an apparently common phrase comes up from someone least expected, they trigger memories.


They never realize, and how could they, even;
I never confess, I shouldn't.






Then there are words that don't trigger 'memories',
Yet, leave scars behind.
Scars, that don't really heal with time.


I try, not holding on to the words that hurt,
But, the words that smile.
Yet, I find, there's nowhere to vent,
Nowhere to hide those tears by looking up at the sky.







That sky, with a million stars in it, studded,
Who knows? They may be looking down on us.
Would we want them to be affected
Whispering to them, of our tears?


Tears, they roll down when they can,
Gives us a lightness.
But, what of them, those drops of pearl,
They might have a feeling of being abandoned.



And the words resonate-

"You cannot please everyone every time."





I'm lost.

For words.

At the moment.