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Brick Heart
Breathing
Is a harsh
Unpleasant chore
Air grates
The throat
Giving no joy
Brick for a heart
Dangling on rope
No feeling
For life
Love crashes
Off it
Tolerated
More than accepted
A mongrel
Not for rescue
Stow away in a cage
Ready for the big sleep
Is a harsh
Unpleasant chore
Air grates
The throat
Giving no joy
Brick for a heart
Dangling on rope
No feeling
For life
Love crashes
Off it
Tolerated
More than accepted
A mongrel
Not for rescue
Stow away in a cage
Ready for the big sleep
Published 4th May 2020
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4th May 2020 10:48pm
Been there. I hope you escape that idea. You are not what you think. You are better to us than you know. The world actually less harsh, but you amygdala is over sensitive. Only exposure to true loving tolerance can heal you. With time. Isolation must be especially harmful to you.
Anonymous
29th Sep 2021 10:32pm
Ouch.... such brutal ache and painful eloquence......
(I know it's a purge write but it makes me feel better to gently remind that you're never alone nor are you ever a stowaway or afterthought...you shine.... even through the darkness ✨)
I've felt similarly... indeed
🌹 - 💙
Great ink
(I know it's a purge write but it makes me feel better to gently remind that you're never alone nor are you ever a stowaway or afterthought...you shine.... even through the darkness ✨)
I've felt similarly... indeed
🌹 - 💙
Great ink
