The symphony of empty spaces
Is filled with heaviness
It's happening
That often my heart races
Isn't it obvious?
My shoulders are shrugged-frozen
I'm feeling vulnerably-naked
My body's saturated by
Insecurity, it's shaking
Constantly
Making me believe
I was not enough
To truly live and love
Yesterday rediscovered
Where these feelings come from
Their roots were uncovered
In my childhood home
In those early years
Reoccurring fears
To lose a loved one..
Now, what happened back then
Is obviously over,
But my body still plays pretend,
As if those times would never end...
It seems as though I was stuck in those feelings forever,
Trying to fit in the modern world feels like a futile marathon,
Never quite reaching any destination,
My path can only lead me to obliteration...
The only question left is - can I handle this?
If I do have enough determination..
Cause to escape the abyss,
I will have to learn to fly,
This question is not one of a lifetime,
The action happens in the present moment by decision...
I shall embrace every feelings-collision.
Open end in this process. My path can hopefully lead me to an obliteration of old patterns. Growing new ones daily, every tiny step counts. I trust my intuition to guide me.
