Is it cathartic to bare your soul?
Is there an up-tick from sharing the whole?
When demons are gathered does it help to slay?
Or are angels and demons best kept away?
I struggle for answers and find there are none.
I look at the questions and there is just one.
Does word-play heal and replenish my mind?
Is this a tangle it pays to unwind?
I shrink back from people, in silence withdraw;
I call it a strength what is deemed as a flaw.
I know as I buckle, it’s too much to bear-
but public is laughter, and lonely the tear.