@Ellawrites 20 October 2022

Who do we tell? Do we bake our pains Into cakes; dicing slices To feed to all So they could get a taste Of what's beneath our hard walls? Or do we be still And wallow alone in our misery? Who do we tell? People with more pain And less glee to spare? People with little pain But artificial promises to lend? People with pompous tongue Blabbing all out because they helped? Who do we tell? Mum? Dad? Siblings? Who has all the soothing And optimistic words but a helping hand. How do we place a call to the one Who we haven't spoken with for long? How do we say "hi" When the next word is "help?" Do we know the precise person to ask? Or are we going to confide in them all And still, get rejected? In the end, Who do we tell? You? They? Them? Or... God? ©Ella_writes16.01 October 20th, 2022. #poem #melancholic You'll find me on all platforms as "Ella_writes16.01" or "Tayire Dorcas" Thanks for reading. 💙