Unspoken

There is a feeling you can’t speak. One that cries in your belly like a raging bully coming at you in full force.

You ask it to calm down, but it intentionally tells you to embrace for the hit. As crashing it comes.

Not in a wave but in a sort of sting that penetrates. One that dissolves your senses into a sacred fear blessed by that which is untouched.

A distant memory, probably. A genetic encoding, possibly. A bit of both and more suddenly may be the truth.

Either way, the wound is clean. Cut with a precious unseen. To a depth you wish it never was so mean.

Unspoken carries the day. Fearful makes the case to your dismay. Not to shy away. Or even be a master in any way.

But simply to know that no matter whether it can be spoken or no. The feeling persists, and you're but one in one holding this secret to none.

So hopefully the next time it hits, you hear its treachery long before its claim renders you hopeless and maimed.

Not to deflect or defend, but to simply absorb and project what needs your eyes to say in beauty and agony, there is no difference to be made.

And while you await a then or thus, that too there is none in this fuss. It will always remain an unspoken pain for you to wish for a then and thus.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~