Until I Opened Up
_Conviction Office,_
Dear You,
*UNTIL* *I* *OPENED* *UP*
I think I'm open
In the sense that i Outwardly Portray External Nonsense
Oh yes! I'm OPEN!
But what about the inside?
I thought by portraying my external nonsense,
I might be liked by all and experience their rosy sides.
But is that what i need to build my bed of roses?
When the thorns would just prick me if i lay on it.
I had Secrets,
Just like having a dark coven of angry lions
Ready to jump and devour
Indeed! One's mind is his life.
Simple sentences became aesthetically jumbled words in my head.
I tried to read meaning out of nothing.
I could say it was a solo casted movie:
Being the antagonist and protagonist in my mind merely projected in my actions.
No scripts to memorise, no directions yet it played horribly enthusiastically,
Until i opened up.
I lived fantasy outside
Yet scared, tormented, afraid, and mediocre inside.
Instead of having the peace of calm waters in my soul,
I had tantrums of volcanoes exploding in my head.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of the people i had.
I thought being open was too cheap;
Rather, i was conforming to the hollow sentiments of this world,
All battling it out and always loosing.
Until i opened up.
I never saw the essence of a listener.
But when i did,
I appreciated the presence of an audience.
When i gave up the "I'm not telling life",
I now begun to experience real life.
Until i opened up!
I felt everyone had a story they didn't read out.
But now i know,
That every page is blank,
Ready to be filled with amazing stories of peace and tranquility.
No man is an island on his own. Open up and let's form a uniform body.
Unity is the way to go.
Copyright © Sharon Amenumey | Year Posted 2017
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