Time they say heals but I say it leaves the nastiest scars.
Hope this time I don’t go too far.
Taking some time to be with myself.
But they seem to invade.
Sometimes I hope they just fade.
Never had someone to find solace in.
But writing has always been my friend.
He never judged me and never does.
Let’s me indulge in every word until I’ve had enough.
Every emotion poured out and was allowed to flow freely.
No interruptions or distractions.
Just an intimate connection with one’s soul.
Opening up my soul and mind.
Visualising it all in my mind.
Not understood by anyone because they don’t know this side of me.
Can’t let them see what is in this soul.
Very soon they will want to touch but cannot allow that to happen.
The damage is not yet over.
They need space I give plenty.
But mine they decide to overcrowd.
Let me breathe and don’t consume me.
My words always amuse me.
Healing to get back what has been spiritually and mentally taken from me.
They won’t understand the deeper me.
This soul is unlike any other.
This is just me.
No pen.
No paper.
Just my heart.
Mind.
And soul.