Letting Go

Receding and returning
Burning, constantly churning
The feelings
ever elusive
Emotionally abhorrent
mentally abusive
An act, a mask
a tear behind a smile
The wall shutting out
the pain
the fear
My heart at odds
no hearts breaking even
Twisting and turning
my strength keeps me burning
The once insuring strength
always an alluding weakness;
The Keeper of the Walls
the key, the entry, was…
But one has touched the brick,
the wall; a barricaded entry
An allusion of uncertainty
veiled by the cool
collected calm
– Two –

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