HOLD IT IN

© RYAN GUILEY

A new city, can be shocking,

As others think it is glamourous,

Others will always will be talking,

But being homesick and always miss.

It is a burden and a whole loss,

Just not being in your own town,

Like eating pasta without any sauce,

Trying to hold it in, and not drown.

Until you are in that position,

You understand the consequences,

Maybe second guessing and wishing,

As you come back to your senses.

Thank you for those who choose,

As maybe thought it was so great,

But after three months, you froze,

As you stand by and just wait.

Some didn’t even have a choice,

But I appreciate it very sincerely,

That you stand and made a voice,

For justice which I hold on dearly.

It is not a good life to be away,

Protecting and signing your life,

Keeping hush and never have a say,

Maybe missing your family or your wife.

Realizing that people and friends,

In your life are the most important,

Not knowing when it will end,

Counselling trying to just vent.

But I never get to see or just hear,

Or even know that they are all fine,

As before, I lived in so much fear,

As all our memories are left behind.