Wondering why I’ve decided to share so many poems lately?

Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day!

Here’s my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session.

Screaming Secrets
The wronged shrieked
               from their fingertips,
             silenced no longer,
                      Empowered by consent,
Enraged from words
               not welcomed to say,
                              stuffed inside,
eating the polite curtains
               away like acid
                              until the screams
                                             always silent
Screeched their way
              through the internet
                              in a digital riot
Igniting memories long hidden
               by children,
                              now grown,
                                             living their lives,
                                                            now spoiled by their eyes,
Reliving trauma best laid buried,
Dug up and splayed for all to read
               in the tears rolling down her face
                              as she read the words
                                      illuminated in pixels…Me too.
Words from her friends
               now fingernails ripping
                              open wounds long scarred over.
Molten tributaries of recollections
         suppressed under mountains
                              of forced cheerfulness
heaving up many brinks of eruption.
Day to day,
               nine to five,
                            business as usual
                                             on the outside,
A mount of memories
               starts to grow and tremble,
                         memories thought extinct
                                             begin to boil and rise,
Her fingers trembling as a warning tremor. . .
               The words typed by her thumbs on a keyboard with no buttons,
                              she cries out loud
                                             in a whimper
                              as tears distort the words on the screen. . .
                                                                                                                        me too.