As long as I keep my eyes closed,
my head towards the heavens I'm o.k.
When they open, the pressure is back behind them,
reminding me of the limits of heaven
and the ceiling I'm underneath.
Gaze too long at my heaven
and the pressure becomes too much,
Unlike sanity, light's reach, limitless
with no such reminder that the stars
are merely bulbs.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
