Agony

Agony
hidden within my smiling face,
lurking somewhere
between skin and soul,
floating in unseen dimensions
-unable to grasp,
yet so present
underneath this never ending
smile.

How do we walk
with bleeding feet,
reminding us what pain is
on every step we take
-unable to stop
this anguish of
walking
too far from ourselves.

How do we talk
with a knotted tongue,
leaving our words meaningless
and incomprehensible
to the outer world
-unable to express
this pain of not knowing
how to seek help.

Agony
hidden underneath my skin.

How do I free this body
from myself?

Jehona Thaqi©