Hold

Hold it deep within, That's right young child,
Hold that pain until your heart will burst,
Let your critical self slash out contained,
Cutting up what you have built internally,
Burning it down and spitting on the ash,
The tears nourish the growing cancer,
Don't let them out or soul shall be claimed,
That's right, very good, feed the disease,
In or out it spreads as mold on decomposition,

"I love her, yet must let her go, for the good of us both,
I will build up a wall and seal off the memory of,
Bury it like a toxic waste I wish to bathe in daily,
But I love her!, And so this cross I must bare,
I can only hope that she can find strength,
For her burden is much for, but not I, survived,
But knowing that this is what must be done,
Gives comfort in the eyes of everyone observing,
Yet is not a supportive knowledge for the suffering."

So hold it deep within young child, that's right,
Bury it into the depth of what you conceive,
And do not allow this memory a true fight,
For a sense of calmness is yet to receive.