Darling,
You’re misunderstood
because you want to be.
It’s simpler than showing
what lies underneath,
buried inside your chest
so deeply,
hidden behind a wall
you’re keeping
around your heart.
And you can’t open up
’cause you’re scared once you’re leaking
you may fall apart,
to the sound of your still beating
heart.
Darling,
You had to be strong
for too long,
defending yourself
and you were all alone.
Now it takes all your strength
to simply keep going
because meanwhile you’re fighting yourself
and ignoring
the blood and desires and dreams
that are flowing
through your veins.
Darling,
You are so scared of your core,
you’re so injured and bruised,
you’re so beaten and sore
that you hardened
and now you don’t know anymore
how to soften,
you simply can’t let yourself fall
with no rope to retrieve you,
no parachute you believe to
save you from crashing your wall.
Darling,
You’ll never be happy again,
while your inside is haunted
and you’re stuck in dead end
with a broken spirit
you’re not willing to mend
and to soothe.
There’s a cast away child
you need to take by the hand
that needs guidance and love
and it’s you.
There’s a child full of fear
inside a man
who is hopeless and lonely and blue.
A poem by Pia Petersson
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