Feelings

Feelings are a strange thing

they come and go

create havoc inside us

and - poof - gone are they

though something's still lingering

a chest ache, that twist in your stomach

the feeling trying to get your attention

still here, just not tangible

the pain transformed

morphed into a part of me

dormant for a while, but waiting

for that moment, the dreaded silence

there it is again, hitting full force

difficult to place now

but nonetheless there

if you're lucky tears will come

and release you 

or it might consume you

for a minute, an hour, a day

it's so real that we forget

even this one shall pass