Unspoken

There is strength and weakness
hand in hand, found in
subtleties that scream so loud
I can hear them when I’m sleeping.

It’s going to happen.
Someday.
Eventually.
Consuming everything that
should and shouldn’t be.

Anticipation and dread.
Failed restraint, bindings will
break loose and lose meaning.
Understanding
that burns and leaves scars.

Something to remember me by.