Hidden Being

Squelching a need to cry, burying it beneath many layers of skies, I feel unfit, incomplete, but I cannot let go of hidden tears just yet. What purpose they're serving by not being used or expressed I do not know, somehow, inner feelings are confused and I don't know exactly what to do. Quiet concordance, sitting, reaching out beyond depths of an inner wisdom, attempting to trace it's source to an innate, unknown rhythm. Considering manufactured particles of life, trying to piece together, imaginary thoughts with reality is not working. Perhaps a lapse of identity is filling me within, chasing away any and all purpose from a world unknown right now. There is no way of knowing so I'll continue squelching the need to cry, burying it beneath many layers of skies, interiorly feeling unfit and incomplete, keeping tears of my being hidden.