I didn't breathe a word of it,
thinking to change its fate.
If I won't give it thought or mind,
perhaps it'll dissipate.
*
I buried it beneath my heart,
where it won't ever be felt.
And froze over it an ice so cold,
it won't ever dare to melt.
*
I glazed it over with a smile,
though it hurt my cheeks so much.
and built around me so many walls,
so no one would breach to touch.
*
I didn't ever melt the tears
out of their frozen state.
And when words threatened to impart warmth
I didn't take the bait.
*
To allow comfort to penetrate
is to begin the journey to heal.
But, then I'll be forced again
to allow myself to feel.
*
So, every tear that threatened
was iced over the glaze.
And every emotion still felt
was forced into haze.
*
With every year gone by,
I further encrypted the code.
I didn't realize it heats to lava
and eventually explodes.
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Rachel S
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Comments (2)
powerful and so well written!
Your words carry a powerful message about the importance of allowing comfort and processing emotions as a means of healing, very nice!