A paradox lies within me
Coiled under its cool shiny scales
Eyes still, split tongue quivering
Testing the atmosphere
Ready to cut deep through the walls of my bones
Slicing the marrow of my core
Kind coldness thickly trickling inside
Setting fire to wounds
of old feelings
I felt the cut of a disguised sword
sweetly saying that my words are too flowery
accompanied by an -"its okay"-
What I hear are layers of grey implications
and criticism as I am pulled back
by the slingshot of my woundedness
A child I become
separate from my beauty
by howling winds of shame
Shipwrecked in an ocean
of tears, I extend my hand
and bring my self back
as I swim, returning
to the shore of my written
words
Remembering the joy of restoring
the spaciousness
the freedom to be
exactly
me
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