Albatross

I am afraid,

of these moments,

when you have those,

sporadic outburst of,

such piercing words,

coming out unintentionally.

I know you never wanted it to be,

but these just popped up,

stabbing me like a thousand knives.

There's no cure to it,

except just to accept it.

would we have to carry this burden,

silently, all along our whole life.

Will we ever get freedom from this,

will there be a day detached from this,

its an albatross around the neck,

making us weak day by day,

playing havoc in life.