You tell me to enter through the gate.
It's shut and rusted.
Overgrown with scars and fear.
I can't open the gate when you've welded it closed.
You tell me to climb the fence even if it breaks.
I see no fence, only defense.
The wall you built surrounding you.
Without out trust or support, how can it hold up.
You show me the way to you, but you get lost in your own maze.
You grew the garden, and yet you still can't find your way.
I understand your pain, but you have to let me in.
If it means cutting old wounds open and having the pain rush all back over you, you have to.
Without healing, the wounds will get infected.
With infection comes sadness.
After healing come scars, they'll never leave you and are there to stay reminding you of your fight and stubbornness of not giving up through the war.
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My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
