We filter our feelings in a box. To protect that box we cover it with a tall and firm, unbreakable wall. Why? Because we know what pain feels like and we don't want to feel it. But knowing it makes us stronger. Yet we are afraid to confront it.
Once the perfect person simmers the rough concrete of the wall we feel it tumble on us. The dark box, the empty wall; it's all one open dam. It's overflowing as we understood for the first time. There's no concealed part of me that can hide what I feel. My new protection is honesty and bravery surrounded by courage and care.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
