The walls are ringing with words I’ll never say

Simply because I don’t have the time, patience, or energy

To let myself fall down again.

Down with the anguished cries in the night over silly things

And not so silly things

Down with the pain so deep it resurfaces only sometimes

Then again, sometimes can take turns with always

Down with the stream of tears so salty they soak my face, my shirt, the pillow

Down with the beauty and compassion the walls are dying to share

The glory and light and wonderment and joy and glee and perfect happiness

Lovely as the moon; not flawless, but perfect

Down with the heartache of a million causes

Down with the heartache of one cause

As I’ve said before, I have no time, patience, or energy

Not for this, not now

And hopefully, not ever.