When they tell you you are crazy
Or to calm down
In the midst of battling the most ferocious storm
Their actions created
Get the fuck away
Do not consent your precious soul
To become entangled within their
Surreptitious power plays
Your own sense of
Insufficiency
Pulls you in
As they sense in you
Both a willing receptacle
And a dumping ground
For every tender feeling
They refused to face
Do not allow your heart to be clouded
Nor your mind confused
By their
Ignorance
Why should you be the one
Bearing the burden for things
You never even created
Or had ownership of in the first place?
Seek the comfort of your own dear soul
Do not allow it to be sold
Or ransomed to the
Highest bidder
Do not allow it to be trashed
By the ignorant sinister sinner
This is so deep and meaningful, and I could totally relate to your tender words here. From what I’ve read of your posts so far, you seem to have had quite a tough time of it, as I have, too. I recognise myself in your writings. Hugs X π
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Same I really identify with your struggles to express yourself. I’m so glade we crossed paths here. Much love β€οΈ
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