A cry to solace
Someone told me... "You look like you're going through the most..."
Was it that bad? I didn't realize it....
My frustrations, my anger... always tucked in... never present when it matters.
It seeks the light when it's already done... when I'm depleted, destroyed, delayed...
It sits quietly for fear of disturbance...
For fear of what it could mean...
But what if...?
What if it was the sanctuary?
The freedom
The upliftment
The change needed
The whip into shape
What if?
What if a let fear drift ceaselessly away?
Drip through me
Expunge out of me
I don't need fear
Fear needs me...
And I no longer want to be needed...
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