I FEEL

I feel the pain of a thousand sorrows chipping away at my heart, chiseling a deep groove into my veins, trying its best to render me numb.

I feel the weight of a thousand shoulders, traveling down my back, into the slight of my neck, pushing me down so I cannot lift.

I feel the hunger of a thousand children, in the pit of my stomach, growling inside of my soul, weakening my bones, making me lose all sense.

And yet I remain silent.

I feel the tears of a thousand cries pouring into my heart and down my cheeks, leaving me swollen and red-eyed.

I feel the anger of a thousand fists wanting to thrash out at the slightest offense, having no control over its actions, making me want to kill what I cannot fix.

I feel the heat of a thousand fires burning my skin, keeping me awake at night, eating away at my flesh.

And yet I remain silent.

I remain silent because I can't feel anymore.

I remain silent because I don't know where to go.

I remain silent because I don't know who I can speak to or who will hear.

I remain silent because I fear the power I have.