I feel suffocated inside,
suffocated by words unsaid, feelings that seem to plunge right through the front door of my heart in spite of constantly being let out through the back door.
I want to hurl not so pretty words at the one who wronged me,
I want the echo of my voice fill every nook and cranny of the universe,
carrying the entirety of pain, grief, frustration, helplessness and confusion
that burst out of packets of emotions usually kept safely tied up.
I want to remain unfazed by their actions,
I really do try and succeed more often than sometimes,
but there's only so much the heart can take
before it becomes too much
and the put together pieces are suddenly in danger of collapsing again;
I know it would not completely break with pain so seemingly trivial in the face of all that has passed,
nevertheless,
pain compounds, the magnitude of every pain adding to the one before.
Healing is my comrade,
but time, not much time has gone by.
Pain comes and goes in waves still,
only it is more of an ache in the place where once daggers slowly pierced the skin;
like the agonising phase that passed, this too shall pass.?.
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