The pain within comes from the fear
that whatever you do will never be right,
that somehow your choices are invalid,
that your core is rotten,
foundations, not solid.
The hurt dwells in the rickety fences
you use to defend hidden senses.
It stalks through the cobwebbed castle
that you call your mind, it hustles,
hassling the good thoughts,
making them hide.
It floats on an ocean wide.
It swells under the surface,
bubbling just beneath
the still waters reflective shimmer,
light gets dimmer.
as you feel
the anxiety inside
start to simmer.
The sun only shines
when night has retired
and the moon is asleep.
When the sky has cried
all the tears it needs to weep.
It leaves you tired, afraid,
frayed around the edges.
It never builds bridges,
just wedges
to stop the doors from opening,
stopping light from getting in.
Pain leaves you at wits end,
witless witness to your own disdain.
Alone in the freezing rain.
Crazed leopard smile
adorning your face
as the rain picks up pace.
The hurt unravels, like a jumper caught,
pulled taught, until woollen thoughts
are all that you've got.
It travels, from your mind
down your internal frame.
Every nerve tingling,
scrambling your thoughts
again, and again.
It stings
to make you aware of its game
before leaving you
shaking in fear,
Ashamed.
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