Silence
I am twisted
I am new and different
yet, blind to the new body that is my mind and soul
I am fear
I feel fear
I can't think anymore
I don't trust myself to think
though I am most trustworthy of all
I am loyal to you
I am SILENT
In my fear I do not know my own mind
I am blind, BLIND
I feel like a blind man
my mind in a bowl
I try to pick the eggshells out from the shattered glass
to put myself back together
but the fear and the cuts I cannot bear
so I hide
HIDE in my silence awaiting your commands
wishing for your truth that never comes
The elephant in the room has exploded
it's stain never left me then..
Now you have left and my fear is gone
I can think again, so gloriously
I can think
oh so clearly
thank God!
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