Layers - Day 49
So much turmoil stirring within
It’s hard to know where to begin
Why do I feel the way that I feel
Stripping away layers - peel by peel
Revealing what I wished to conceal
So many layers just laying on the floor
I can never go back to what was before
I may never be able to close that door
Though I’m trying so hard to hold it back
Afraid of what’s seeping through the crack
I buried myself beneath those layers
And sealed each one while whispering prayers
But I can’t just sit inside this fear
That strangles my body til nothing’s clear
Haunted by death that’s still too near
But where do I go from here
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Previous posts for this challenge
Day 1: The Pendulum
Day 2: Half In - Half Out
Day 3: Names Will Always Hurt Me
Day 4: Turning
Day 5: No Longer
Day 6: Equilibrium
Day 7: Entangled
Day 8: Shattered
Day 12:Beat Ball WINNING ENTRY! (Intermediate category)
Day 15: The Golden Rule
Day 16: Panic
Day 19: Birthday
Day 20: Bar Room Blues
Day 21:Victory WINNING ENTRY!
Day 22: Just Another Day
Day 23: charming Knights
Day 24: Thank the Gods
Day 25:The Circle of Life WINNING ENTRY!
Day 26:Try Harder
Day 27:Up, Up and Away
Day 28: Grandchild
Day 30: Streams of Life
Day 33:Pep Talk
Day 34: First Steps
Day 35 Passengers
Day 36: Tools
Day 37:Spirit Fruit
Day 38: Perspective
Day 39:Divine Feminine
Day 40: Princess
Day 41: Trading
Day 42: Sky Gazer
Day 43: My Basement is Flooded
Day 44: When Two Spirits Meet
Day 46: Gems
Day 47: Bridges
It is the reality of the poet. First, to start, then try to hide what you want to say openly. The duality of writing poetry. Greetings friend.
It is so difficult to detach the layers of protection that we put on the soul so as not to feel exposed, naked before people who may never finish understanding the thickness of each one. Definitely, poetry strips us or tries in different ways. I loved the perspective of your poem, dear @firststeps.
once we begin to let things go it is hard to stop, we are ever changing and adaptable, it is spring and the time of rebirth, really enjoyed your poetry xx