yet again

the feeling would surface
and it would be so deep.
hot and awful he could feel it.
shooting out of his depths
and pouring all over of his insides.
holding his head, closing his eyes,
he just wanted it to go away.
but it was back.
and maybe that was okay.
because once again he was
forced to look it in the eye
and to decide yet again
what it was he believed.
© Terri St. Cloud