Uncried Grief

You mask the tremble, dull the sting,

But pain denied will learn to sing,

It doesn’t leave, it just transforms,

And reappears in stronger storms.

You treat the wound, but not the cause,

You medicate, you get a pause,

But healing asks for more than rest,

It wants the truth you once suppressed.

It wants the grief you never cried,

The rage you swallowed, choked, and tied,

It wants the child you left unheard,

The shame that bloomed without a word.

So go where wounds and memory meet,

Where bones still hum with old deceit,

For only there can healing start:

Not in the mind, but in the heart.

Cathrine Hottran 2025