Lost Answers

My silence is not my weakness
It’s a strength few can understand
It takes great courage to be mum
When all you want to do is scream your guts out
The tension is pent up somewhere back
But I am holding onto the last ray of hope
I look powerful, in control of myself
But behind those stony eyes is a lava of emotions
Should I let it flow? Or should I hold back yet again?
Queries are many but answers to them are lost…