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Should I
Reopen that book?
You know the one.
The one they took
from my shelf
with drawers.
The one which my heart held
open.
The one where my truth was
spoken
In metaphor.
It was I who closed the door.
Yet I can't ignore
the influence
who moved me
to push
and turn the key.
Though it still appears to be
me
who made it happen.
Because i did it
with passion.
But my intention
was disturbed
which led me to hurt
inside
where I hide
my tears.
and I would have shared
but I was scared
of life.
But why?
I was free from mind
before i took the time
to look
at that book
that they took
from my shelf.
And now
I'm afraid to open
for what I had spoken
was broken
in pieces
which don't fit anymore.
As the puzzle pieces fell
on the floor
and were eaten.
Yay! Glad to see you back,
Yay! Glad to see you back, and in strong form. Sometimes the visceral is what we need...at least I feel that way. I especially like the scared of life part. Feel that way often.