Numbness is said to be a virtue,
the act of
going through life
not feeling.
Surrendering to your mind,
and not your heart.
Numb,
like your cheeks in the cool winter breeze,
icy water as you wade into it.
A shiver along your skin,
a chill in the marrow of your bones.
It is not numbness,
my dear,
for you can feel it.
It sits like a boulder
upon your chest,
making it hard to breathe.
Numbness,
it's the absence of warmth,
of love and security,
you've denied yourself
for so long.
be alive, be so very alive that it makes your bones and heart break
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PoesíaThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
