Sitting in my grandma's wooden chair,
With pets and insects all around me there,
Memories flooding my mind,
Actions I don't regret, but now so unkind.
I did things I'd never do again,
Sacrificed too much, caused too much pain,
All to protect and choose you,
But it hurt me more than you ever knew.
I built a wall to keep myself safe,
But it was so high, no one could scale,
And if they tried, they'd be wounded and frail,
My heart grew cold, my kindness stale.
I won't hide behind my pride,
I'll speak the truth, not just inside,
With others who have a heart like mine,
I'll share my pain and they'll be just fine.
But if I can't find the words to say,
I'll keep them safe, tucked away,
In my grandma's chair or in the ground,
Until my soul is finally unbound.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pages of My Soul
PoesíaA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart. Volume 2
