Sometimes I write a song I want to sing.
There are songs I know I will never sing,
Because I know about the pain they’ll bring,
It doesn’t do to sing of everything.
But when that pain is trapped inside of me,
I lay it bare for all the world to see.
Catharsis helps restore normality,
Pain’s better out than in, it seems to me,
Hidden in darkling corners of my mind,
I never know exactly what I’ll find,
I drag pain into the light from behind
Curtains closed by actions truly unkind.
If I don’t sing about the way I feel,
There is no way that I can ever heal.

Harry Rogers, In The Red Bedroom, 24th July 2021.