I wrote a message today.
Didn’t press send.
Too afraid of what it would entail.
I thought of something to say.
Kept it to myself.
Too afraid of how it might sound.
I felt something in me.
Pushed it away.
Too afraid of what it would mean.
I keep losing every day.
But it’s fine.
I’m not afraid of the same hurts.
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The emotion this conveys is amazing. We have all felt this (I don’t have a name for it) way. Beautiful poem.
Thanks Rae. It seems to be quite often these days haha.
Hanf in there, Hon.
So lovely. Funny how we like to keep those old hurts close, like we can control them somehow then.
That is why I am so thankful for writing, I have someway of letting go.
Mind blown. Possibly my favorite of your writings. It’s dense and tragic and a mirror in which most, if not all of us, can see ourselves.
Thank you Kelly. I always seem to be in this predicament haha.