she was afraid of making the space hers, because it never felt like there was room for her to be who she wanted. maybe it was the stares & laughs who chased her mind over the years, the ones who taunted her identity, or the silent tears after giving her all to the space just to be rejected of her place. it all felt too familial & others never understood the difficulty in just standing & being in front of others, even in under a minute, a meeting of eyes
Love is always a world away.
Either you sell your soul up front
or give it freely for an unattainable need–
regardless, the smiles fade into obscurity.
Your lips may drip or bend, like a
willow tree in a lonesome field,
hoping to hear wisdom in the breeze.
How do you come out unbroken when
indigo shadows carry you far away?
They blind you in your silence
coercing wispy, imposters in your day.
Thoughts invade your imagination,
tickling your quest for peace,
forcing red around your heart
sending up a frantic fleet.
How do you press on when
you cared more than ever before,
the hurt gaining strength and
constantly reminding you
of all you have lost?
Numbing distractions, avoidance,
they are the easy path.
Embrace the pain you’ve earned,
push on, the ache, can’t surely last.
Hidden in the tide,
Are the eyes
That witness beyond the morality of life,
That store the images of war,
Struggling to attain peace.
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