Expression

There's so much
that is unsaid,
in this world.

If all the thoughts
in our minds
were to find expression,
they would form
a dance
of wild harmony,
of grace,
and energy,
and rhythm .

They would wipe out
the painful silence
inflated with the foul breath
of monsters.

If I could only tell you
what I feel,
if you could only hear
what I will not say,
there would be cool rippling springs
flowing
freely,
and weeds won't rot
in the stagnant pond
of our own restraint,
and decay.