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Facing the darkness, the pain and cold travelling through the body, the soul taking me back to when I played alone when hell exists, the place my home I spend years, months, days wearing the mask trying to pretend there is no fear or pain
That I am happy, feel loved, nurtured at peace, strong, brave, carefree.
Masks are meant to protect not hide the anguish, the pain, suffering, hurt.
The struggle, the desire, the longing, want for a kind word, a gentle touch
The feeling of being wanted, needed, loved
Feelings that have been far from my soul so long, too long
They are barely echoes, the memories the times from long ago when I felt happy, loved, nurtured, strong, brave
Now I feel numb, cold, alone, afraid, weak
The darkness returns.
Facing the darkness, the pain and cold travelling through the body, the soul taking me back to when I played alone when hell exists, the place my home I spend years, months, days wearing the mask trying to pretend there is no fear or pain
That I am happy, feel loved, nurtured at peace, strong, brave, carefree.
Masks are meant to protect not hide the anguish, the pain, suffering, hurt.
The struggle, the desire, the longing, want for a kind word, a gentle touch
The feeling of being wanted, needed, loved
Feelings that have been far from my soul so long, too long
They are barely echoes, the memories the times from long ago when I felt happy, loved, nurtured, strong, brave
Now I feel numb, cold, alone, afraid, weak
The darkness returns.
When the light returns and the long night fades, and dawn slips soft through shadowed shades, you feel the hush before the day – a whisper of grace that finds its way.
They expect us to play ball, but always move the goalposts. They expect us to hold boundaries, the same they overstep. They want us to abide, but break their own rules.
Christmas day without my family, was such a terrible burden to bare, no Christmas tree, decorations, no presents, no laughter, no joy, no Christmas fare.
Every feeling they felt, the other feels too, trust is a must and communication too. Together as one, soulmates we are destined, forever to each other we are.
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