I don’t have feelings, they have me.
A deepening uncertainty
Creeps upon me day by day
That what I feel I should not say.
My truth’s in there, in every word
But my truth is best unheard.
How can I pass the time of day
When I have so much to say?
Can I force my feelings down?
Pin them firmly to the ground
And walk away, become a man
Who feels things only with his hands?
(Not with his heart, for that is weak.)
Solidity of heart, I seek.