Will there ever come a time
that I find myself unable to
write the tune to
the same ballad twice?
I've always prided
this part of me
as my sole therapy to heal.
My method to self-preservation.
To speak without speaking.
To crack without crumbling.
To have vulnerability without being
vulnerable.
But,
which time will it be
that the thread within
the needle of my own words
is to stitch these
old wounds finally shut?
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC
Will there ever come a time
that I find myself unable to
write the tune to
the same ballad twice?
I've always prided
this part of me
as my sole therapy to heal.
My method to self-preservation.
To speak without speaking.
To crack without crumbling.
To have vulnerability without being
vulnerable.
But,
which time will it be
that the thread within
the needle of my own words
is to stitch these
old wounds finally shut?
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