I keep my heart concealed.
I keep my personality silent.
I keep my truth locked in my throat.
I do it because I hear echoes of past experiences
in his voice and it makes me scared.
I guess I would rather hold on to fear,
do everything to keep myself safe than
take a fucking chance at happiness.
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5 replies on “Poem #315”
This so painfully poignant… love it!
Beautiful !!
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The shadows of our past haunt us as we let them hurt us.
Struck a chord for sure, Luna! Well done. 🙂
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