the privacy
of heart,
untamed
and forever
wandering,
built
by
years
of
r e a l i z a t i o n,
exploration,
courage,
and hurt.
if we could show what we have encountered,
our faces would resemble a map through
the bone yards of Hell.
if we could capture the love and the pain
in a vial, it would expand into a nova
and wipe away the smirk on those who
have charmed us away from trust.
and yet we still reside
in body of mind,
gently stroking the sensitive part of our soul.
what we once were
never left, but continues on
a little more guarded
in the cell of secrets we keep.
who we are
remains untarnished in the vat of acid
we swim,
carefully armored against
the weapons they wield
to break down the gates
of the innocence
they try to take
in this sympathetic bone yard
of HELL
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