"I could"

I could climb to a roof top and sing or scream or jump.

I could pull out my hair and bite my lip til it bleeds.

I could implode. I could. But, I don't.

I could cry...I could. I could hide.

I could smile. Smile and not show.

Show the breaking and bending as hot iron and steal

Pops and crackles and spits.

I could.

Belt. Belt it loud. Ridiculously loud until my ear drums ring.

Ringing, and Singing, and Crying, Jumping.

But...

I don't.

I could let this knot in my throat dissolve.

I could let this searing cease.

I could scream it, or sing it, or write it, or sign it.

But I don't...and I won't.

Because.

You could. But you don't. And you won't.

I could...