People used to ask why it's so hard
For me to open up about my feelings.
Let me tell you a story,
About when
I plucked up the courage
To tell my own ones how I felt
How I struggled and fought,
And cried for myself
Inside myself, because of myself.
When I reached out for a hold,
They took my hand and shouted,
Don't be too emotional
Just demarcate
Don't speak about your negativity
It spreads hate,
And then let go
Without telling me that it's normal to feel so.
It made me feel lost,
lonelier than the sea,
It made me feel that I didn't deserve to be me.
But somewhere in my sanity
A small piece of it spoke,
Whatever you feel is never a joke.
If help is needed go somewhere else,
It's even fine to look for it in yourself.
It doesn't prove that you're lonely.
It just proves how absolutely dangerous you are
That you don't need anyone else to heal you.
And I realized I can never be alone,
Because there's at least ninety-nine parts of myself
There to catch the hundredth when it falls.
Now, when people ask me
Why I don't talk about my feelings,
I answer,
I do,
But it's just with my conscience
Who helps me go through.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
