Calosha Gomes

Poem by Calosha Gomes

This will see the light of the day
when this chapter is wrapped tighter than any knot.
This will see the light of the day
when this chapter is closed completely.
This will see the light of the day
when I have stepped on the next step.

My silence creatively was my biggest, “FU.”
My silence creatively was my biggest, “You hurt me.”
My silence creatively was my biggest, “I cared.”

This will only see the light
if the door is shut
and the key is dropped
in the deepest side
of this blue ocean.

You will not see a tear,
you will not see me sad,
I’ll smile
and you will hear,
“Yes, I am okay.”

My tears are above the pay grade.
My sadness is above the pay grade,
and so is my sanity
and my empathy.