Saturday, August 16, 2025

Bottled up

 I wish I could shed bitter tears

Screw my face shut and wail

Let vulnerability prevail

Despite my worst, self-conscious fears

Despite the limits, and the bonds

Instead of holding like a stone

My feelings, spring-like tight

In pressure cooker of my mind

And eyes, and ears that judge, observe

Their weight, it smothers, cuts so deep

Into my splayed, concrete-wrapped nerves

Ignoring who I am in one wide sweep

I wish I could take all this back

And put a fake smile on my face

For once I wish I could just stop

And fall into someone's embrace...

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