There is sadness behind my eyes.

I know it’s there. I hide it behind a happy face, but I can still feel it.

Sometimes the sadness seeps it’s way out of my eyes, which I wipe away and say it must be dry in here. But I know what it is.

It will be there for a while. And the one person I can’t hide it from is me, although I do try.

I try to ignore it. I say it’s not going to help. I say I’ve got work to do, I have no time for this.

But it remains. It’s found a home. It languishes inside me.

And it waits. It waits for me to drop my guard, so that it can pour forth to drown me.

It will happen. There’s nothing I can do about that but wait for it’s cleansing rain.