Corked

Kristen Hoaglin

Journal they say
Get it out
you will feel better
I call Bullshit
Journaling makes the shit real
The memories I have buried
come alive
reliving every tear
every scream
every hurt
It rips open parts of my soul
It starts to bleed
A trickle at first
Then faster
And faster
Until a River flows
No thank you, I will keep
It all bottled up with the
CORK sealed tight