I have a curse
not of will, but forced upon me,a shadow that follows every connection I make. Loneliness seeps in,like a slow pain beneath the flesh
sadness heavy,silent yet persistent.When intimacy flowers,silence creeps in like a thief.Words disappear,trust tethers,and self-doubt scratches its way in a refrain of "not enough,"or "too much."I stretch, hold tighter, grabbing for somethingsolid,
something that won't dissolve.
It's my decisions that divide the strands and theirs as well,not because of hate,but self-preservation a wall constructed of varied terrors,varied histories.Despite this, the curse mutters,cruel and relentless,filling my head with uncertainty:
"Why bother?
Why love?
Why remain?"
But under the burden,
I yearn to escape to meet a soul daring enough
to witness the scars,to grasp the silence,to stand with me when the curse looms again.This curse is no appeal for mercy but a topography of my wounds,a request for comprehension,and perhaps, just perhaps,hope.
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When I feel lost and all beyond controls
When my heart wanders and finds not my own heath
I think so much on my far away friends
I wonder what their destinies are beneath
The fray of chat the back and forth of text
Seeking after opinions moods positions
Philosophical stances askance
Finding posts and jokes and happy fission
If I said I would rewrite all your soul
Decorate it with my best prose art
Take your ideas return them to you
Would you say id deciphered your heart
On text we melded minds even though being two
The editor is endless generosity
In my words meet the editor in me.