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"That I'm Broken?", Kyle Preston
My pain sits aside from me, there in the corner. I managed to push it away. To separate. To escape of it.
I left my pain there, away from me. I broke the connection. I learnt to be painless.
Here I am, confident, grown, strong and managing. I am supercapable of living, I have no pain to put me down. I grow.
Now that I am strong, I stand alone.
Sure - I am alone, but quite successful.
I have it all. I have my loneliness too.
Why am I so alone?
I learnt to break all connections if, on the other end, there is a possibility of pain.
(Why am I so much afraid of being hurt?)
I learnt to close doors and build safety castles. I mastered the loneliness.
(No, I can't allow any pain at my home!)
I chose the lonely path, cut out all possible mistakes and got so rigid.
(I closed the true life out of my own palace.)
I cry? - No, men don't cry!
But I have tears in my eyes. - Be a man, stand up!
It hurts. - Stop crying!
I was so sure pain won't get in anymore. How come I cry now. I am a stranger to this cry. I don't know it.
Because... it is... not me... who is crying... It's not me.
- Hello, dear child, why are you upset?
- They all left me alone here. - said the crying boy.
И ще го водя, и ще въздамъ пакъ утѣшения нему и на оскърбенитѣ му. Иса. 57:18
29 авг 2024
