Every feeling every thought
I poured all out
Rolled them up
Quilled into a roll
So tight
Grabbed a bottle
Slipped them inside
Stopped the top up
Cork inside
Ran seaside
Tossed it at the tide
So I‘d never
Have to think
Yet one day
The glass will break
My thoughts returning
Instantly screaming
Over sand and land
And sea they streak
Once they enter into me
I’ll be freed from
Shackles binding me
K. B. Silver
Regaining lost or repressed memories is a painful disturbing process. The brain represses them for a reason after all. The rewards, of repairing a fractured life are worth it, to me at least.
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
Writing to sort the trapped ideas, and unsaid words left inside my mind. My brand is BlockWife. I am reselling, writing, and creating content on multiple platforms, check me out on link tree https://linktr.ee/blockwife
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