just thinking of it ruptures my resolve
in that hollow space
where one-winged butterflies flutter nervously
and fight or flight is a one-option instinct
seeing others, well, that's worse.
they're brave. they bear their mental battle scars and laugh off ancient sins
whilst I run and hide from any chance of letting my past slip
away
cling it close under sleeves of normalcy
away from prying eyes and unfortunate implications
covered by a fear of
, dangling in the open
vulnerability
an unanswered question
an unlocked, unopened door
u
you admire the ocean's persistence
in the way it chases land
sinking back in defeat
yet always waking again
but I watch the waves rising
and crashing
and falling
against the shore
and see only the tired motions
of something that has long forgotten
what it does that for
just thinking of it ruptures my resolve
in that hollow space
where one-winged butterflies flutter nervously
and fight or flight is a one-option instinct
seeing others, well, that's worse.
they're brave. they bear their mental battle scars and laugh off ancient sins
whilst I run and hide from any chance of letting my past slip
away
cling it close under sleeves of normalcy
away from prying eyes and unfortunate implications
covered by a fear of
, dangling in the open
vulnerability
an unanswered question
an unlocked, unopened door
u
you admire the ocean's persistence
in the way it chases land
sinking back in defeat
yet always waking again
but I watch the waves rising
and crashing
and falling
against the shore
and see only the tired motions
of something that has long forgotten
what it does that for
you admire the ocean's persistence
in the way it chases land
sinking back in defeat
yet always waking again
but I watch the waves rising
and crashing
and falling
against the shore
and see only the tired motions
of something that has long forgotten
what it does that for