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Ive built a wall around my heart. Dont mistaken the guard I have up for strength. The ability to allow yourself to be vulnerable is true strength, and what I have grown to become is quite the opposite, shut off and distant. From all the pain Ive witnessed, Ive created a maze, to confuse and throw off anyone with intentions of getting to the core of my emotions. Ive let others in too easily in the past, and am not sure if Ive grown weaker or stronger as a result. All I know is Ive become a challange that not many can or are willing to conquer. Maybe Im pushing people away, maybe Im filtering out those who are undeserving, Im not sure. All I know is Ive become intentionally difficult. Maybe its fear of being hurt again, maybe Im wise enough to spot a threat to my mental well being before they breach my thoughts and feelings. Am I strong or am I weak? Again, Im not sure, but all I know is that Im still that child of old, filled with fear and skepticism, through being exposed to great depths of turmoil. These experiences have caused me to take up defenses and bear an armor, for Ive found that most of my distress has been caused by the most trusted, and seemingly sincere. All of this has left me in a state of disarray as I second guess, and over think. Maybe Im the problem, and one day I could unwittingly be over bearing, and over protecting of my love, and push away the one Im meant to be with. My true phobia is that my own fear will imprison me, and Ill be responsible for my own solitude. I would then be the one self harming, by refusing the chance at real love. Ive become my own worst enemy, blind to my own self sabotaging ways, while actively redefining it as precaution, in order to remain in a comfort zone built with overwhelming denial.
Am I human? Alive or
just a speckle in an eternal sky a mere note floating in a bottle on endless ocean,
vast crashing waves, casting shadows of an alien future
thriving for eyes of reciting
words spoken upon amputated ears
just another child of death, swept under the floor, feed for worms, and
bloodstained soil
sound drained and empty, can you hear the sound of previous skin?
shouting and calling like the hungry serpent who's eyes dilate with its stomach, as it sheds its skin
and stands to compfort the clouds
will you love me?
willing as death, not taking!
but giving as birth!!
touch me
my senses quiver with your fingers
love leaves my lips as they grasp yours
as the talons of the hunting hawk
who's thirst for life is forever
A dream without effort is just wishful thinking. Sure, the first step starts in the mind, but action is the true driving force in manifesting your desired reality. The devotion to staying consistent doesn't come easy, your determination will be tested every step of the way. What you draw from your failures will depict either your rise or your fall. Adversity is all apart of the path. Appreciation for the beauty of the destination is realized in the ugliest parts of the journey. Learn to embrace the harshness of the trek the same way you revel in the glory of the summit.

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