Dear Hurting, From Healing

Dear Strong

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Poet's Note: "Dear Strong" is somewhat an extension of "Dear Daring" but addressing a slightly different side of how our own fears and uncertainties can affect us. I'm sure most of us have heard of the 'fight or flight response', do we stand up or run, and sometimes... running is the much more inviting option. It's so easy to shut ourselves out, burrow under the covers and let the outside world fade away with our problems. But like this letter writes, we can't get rid of our problems that way, only save them for the next day. There's always a choice, OUR choice, and we have to train our minds to fuel from our hearts, from the strength we all carry. We just have to find it. And once we realize that fighting is the only way to help ourselves and everyone and everything we love and care about... our true power pours out.

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Dear Strong,

Slamming the door,
Turn around and walk away;
On your back the glow burning,
But you only pick up your pace.

Beeline to the tree line,
And hidden eaves yonder beyond;
On your heels footsteps pounding,
Heart lurching up at the sound.

Too fearful to glance back,
Not sure you could even move at all;
Numb from your brain to your soul,
Breathing a miracle to behold.

Somehow moving, though frozen,
As if survival instinct took over;
Scenery whisking by in a fury,
Tornado consuming when you try to let go.

Wind tugging at the strings,
Stumbling a few steps back;
But wisps morph into gale swirling,
Till it's stronger than the attempt to plant.

Wounded kite in a squall,
Maybe a relief to break;
But terror outweighs to press forward,
One leap to farther away.

Trickle of blood, hardly phased,
Another cut to your pride;
But desire's overruled in reflexes,
When the incentives fit right.

Scream, you flinch, pain, you cry,
Fear and you're running away;
To the hills, to the darkness,
Till you're surrounded in serenity.

Where you crumble, burrow deeper,
Wishing the world'd fade away;
But ignorance doesn't solve your problems,
Just saves them for the next day.

Another race yet to win,
Till your feet scrape and bleed;
Since life's void of all rules for playing,
Though yet impossible to cheat.

A loophole, a surrender,
Easier to not even play;
But fate claws into everyone,
And no flee results in escape.

For in the peace, all is well,
But harmony doesn't last forever;
Shields fall, cord's ties snap,
And full fledged war in the morning.

Knife in mind, sword in heart,
Slowly chiseling in a torture full blast;
Building up, falling out,
Through pounds of weight in your head.