Scan my insides
and reveal
all the flaws,
can you fix me?
Is it worth it?
Or will I still fail
where it really
matters?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Scan my insides
and reveal
all the flaws,
can you fix me?
Is it worth it?
Or will I still fail
where it really
matters?
Melt slowly
and release the secret
contained within,
all the more precious
now it is
such a rare
indulgence.
Fill the forms
to move forward
and gain answers
at last.
A progress to bring peace,
knowing
at least something
will be revealed.
Indulge
this moment of record
and celebration
with a delighted
selfish taste,
ready to sit
on your tongue
and carry you
through
the work ahead.
Exhaustion
cloaks you
whenever I am near
so you hide away
until I retreat
and still feel surprised
that I notice
how my toxic nature
drains all hope
away.
Jump backwards
to chaos
and overloaded sound.
All progress lost.
How do you reclaim
the energy
to start again?
Revelation of
compressed emotions
that burst
but do not leave.
Can you sift through
and start to understand
when to let
them go?
Broken latch
unable to seal
for too long
finally feels repairs
and can protect itself
by shutting out
the unwanted.
Anticipated excitement
dampened
by overwhelmed senses,
forcing its presence
in your nostalgia
and breaking the magic
of connections
through years.
Optimism
drained too quickly
and leaving
empty grasping
for hope
too hard
to imagine
anymore.
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