Words that come unbidden.
A tear sliding down my cheek.
I could never control these things.
Stuff them tight back inside under lock and key.

I am not a stoic like you are.

Words come unbidden.
I felt their impact before they were spoken.
Before I wrote them down.
Even when I couldn’t understand their meaning.

It will come to me some other time
When I am not waiting for them any longer.

Words come unbidden 
And I wear them on my face
So plainly it makes you uncomfortable 
But they are just passing through me

And I doesn’t hurt like you think it does.

If you cried  it would be a whole different thing.
Have a whole different meaning but,
I am always crying.

The words come unbidden
And I try and give them form.
They have asked this of me.

To share them with you.