Follows the thread of "Pandora's Box"
Creak open that door, down in the hallway filled with dust
The one cast in darkness at the very bottom of the stairs
The one I shut to no longer be haunted
to no longer regret and shame myself
Circle back
We open the box of horrors, not to dwell on them
I take a breath and reach my hand in
eyes open, focused
touching gently upon the horrors,
don't dwell, don't let it last
summarizing neatly,
don't get lost in tangents, they won't help or heal
Suddenly finding a solid, glimmering thing
Spreading warmth up my fingers, a jolt of life to my chest
Pulling out decisions made to protect, to draw lines, to give myself a fighting chance
I was young, but oh my
was I brave
She is still within me
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2021-11-18 at 06:46
Tags Identity Anxiety Boundaries
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Boxes gathering dust
Circle backCreak open that door, down in the hallway filled with dust
The one cast in darkness at the very bottom of the stairs
The one I shut to no longer be haunted
to no longer regret and shame myself
Circle back
We open the box of horrors, not to dwell on them
I take a breath and reach my hand in
eyes open, focused
touching gently upon the horrors,
don't dwell, don't let it last
summarizing neatly,
don't get lost in tangents, they won't help or heal
Suddenly finding a solid, glimmering thing
Spreading warmth up my fingers, a jolt of life to my chest
Pulling out decisions made to protect, to draw lines, to give myself a fighting chance
I was young, but oh my
was I brave
She is still within me
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 333 times
Written on 2021-11-18 at 06:46
Tags Identity Anxiety Boundaries
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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