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house of emotion

By Kelsi SmoakPublished 5 months ago 1 min read
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You saved me from a darkness no one could see; a battle being fought inside of me

Their words were the fuel that set the house on fire; I was just the ash leftover

They didn't believe me; they didn't want to listen. There was a thickness in the air, it was almost suffocating

The more they fought, the thicker the air got; the less I could breathe, but no one could see

Shadows and voices, not your normal bumps in the night. I convinced myself I was crazy but I wasn't, was I?

I was heavy and hurting, carrying everyone's burdens; absorbing all of the emotions, then left to deal with it alone

It's no wonder I was emotional; no wonder I constantly cried. What else was I to do with all of that pain trapped inside?

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Kelsi Smoak

Stay at home wife & mama navigating life with a sailor’s mouth & permanent messy bun 💙 Working towards finding inner peace, loving myself, and healing from trauma through writing.

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