I scream, inside the tomb
they placed the bomb
that used to beat and left it rot
wondering what was the cause
of such a breakdown.
Denial is great, when people refuse to blink into reality and admit permanent damage done to souls that have survived incomplete wreckage of spirit. Denial as a mechanism of spiritual stagnation, impedes possible progress and progression into acceptance and resolution of problems; forgiveness. Denial is morphed into a coping mechanism of the weak, covering mental instability. Inevitably, those who have been denied, rejected; carry blackness in their insides that has been unwillingly painted by others. Some still suffer mentally inside their little box, accepting what has been done, the past that has been and the current battles to overcome. The blackness is there in a present term, and hope as well for the ones who scream silently, but carry a smile in the morning. The scream of the child buried and the smile and promise of the grown up to itself, never to become an example of the ones who are in denial. Never to cause physical or mental harm that is untreatable, to bring light to those who have been through the same. To never forget, but learn to expect everything from people but not imitate sources of malice, be vigilant and learn that denial and not taking responsibility can only lead to a progressive stagnation.