I am just learning to feel,
so don’t ask me to hide
the depths that I’m peeling,
the pain tucked inside.
I hid behind sorrow, layers so thick,
numbed by shadows and wounds I let stick.
If my truth makes you uneasy, please walk away,
for I spent decades feeling sick day by day.
I wore the scars from a devil’s touch,
let bitterness linger far too much.
Now, I’m tracing my fingertips slow,
from head to heart—letting each whisper go.
Every ache that I buried, the fear I held tight,
unravelling now in this newfound light.
For I’d rather dream, with a heart full and free,
than live bound by the ghosts that once haunted me.
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