Said/Unsaid, A Poem

The word unsaid

Is hard to say.

But, once said,

can not be un-said.

We carry thoughts

Inside, weight-il-y.

They fight to be free; 

to slip your mental cage.

If we do release,

There is bliss

In the light-en-ing -

‘Tis true.

The word unsaid

Is easy to say.

But then… 

The knowing:

Encumbering others

To relieve our selves.

Sharing can be self-ish-ness.

Best unsaid.

But, perhaps, not never said.