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... it's about the aftermath

Nopoo #188  
[original first draft written on 05/19/2021]  
 
 
Twisted inside my web  
tangled fear becomes stand-in comfort
waning faith masquerades pain  
 
Ignorance stitches eyes sewn shut,  
avoidance hugs it's arms
enshrouding my shriveled husk
 
[with embarrassing procrastination]
 
If I was a better person I'd probably hear
"for shame" ringing  
after each dire consequential choice  
 
Being tender naked and solo stayed  
in this whirl of pseudo placid  
so-called unafraid
 
Where a 'shut in by force'
morphs into unconscious willing  
imprisonment
 
I oblivious bask in the complacency
of my delusional  
own doing
 
Pile on top of metaphorical pile,  
security of aloneness and routine
births an emotional hoarder
 
Locked in safety
becomes silent  
acceptance

 
Unnoticed,  
not even  
batting an eye  
 
 
 
 
as I quietly slip through the cracks.
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2022
Author's Note
A snapshot of my thoughts, deep mid pandemic.

Originally posted on the #Nopoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus forum.
This version is slightly edited and reworked.

It's truly amazing how much the human psyche can take and still, it manages to persevere.
©Blu2022
Pic: My own. Taken during one of my almost daily walks... It looked to me as lonely as I feel like I was during this write.
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