In my heart, there was a jewel of gold, that has been buried beneath the trauma of my life so beautiful yet so cold.
That has only glimmered in my eyes in the wake of hope, but has hidden away from the fear, that spreads like disease and make my blood run cold.
Lavishing at the thought that my jewel will never shine, while i cover in my own skin wishing that this life was never mine.
Every breath i take seems to be filled with anxiety, hand shaking, mouth gaping, not knowing how to act or what to say, these are the moments when my jewel is forgotten and i am left in dismay.
For many days and many nights i have contemplated what this life means to me, engraving it, saying it hoping it will latch onto my heart and mind.
May my jewel stop being buried underneath layers of insecurities and uncertainty, may my jewel take over and put an end to this melancholy.
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Bedlam; My Poems
Poetry-I am stuck between 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: A skeleton of sweet decay draped in desire. "Of all the things I can do on this earth, I just want to build a bridge from my heart to yours"
