Torpor

I have been accepting that I lost my courage to be vulnerable, and I hovered over words that would not flow, For my emotional tsunami hides in the insufferable, I was just afraid to let this ache inside me go. My stygian soul then scheduled my mental breakdown And the photosynthesizes of my overwhelming pain, I have established that in this psychological baptism I drown, But to grow is to immerse in my sacrifice and appertain, Should I allow myself to break into small pieces, then composition myself with love and become a Kintsugi soul? My fearless spirit encapsulates a warrior in the world of Ulysses, So I unboxed my Worth and discovered my Hope, To understand my veracity is to feel it in my core, That running only tires the internal child who is weeping, Those tears power my garden of humanity while being restored, Unearthed healing from truth in the eternal spring of the reaping.