You will feel normal
You will feel.
Her eyes do not dare smile,
they start looking around curiously
as soon as I open up about the breeze in me.
βThere cannot be such an icy kingdom,
a fire will start burning there,
Iβm sureβ
My home reduced to nothing more than a mistake,
frozen bars that everyone tries to melt.
But she had a lot to say about it,
about what shouldβve been a warm hallway.
βWe are all born empty, unable to regenerate our happiness,
desolate and tampered.
But one day the magic flower will awaken you.
You will be like us.β
Somehow it was the first time I allowed those words to flow within me.
and they were slamming on all the walls of my body,
my anatomy was not fit for fire, the flower did not want to find me.
But her eyes were also smiling to tell me that fairytale,
how could I interrupt such an overwhelming discovery.
Eventually I would be able to shovel the snow from the door,
to find myself,
to be looked into the eyes and let my insensitivity sleep.
Indeed, I could also finally share the happiness and sadness of strangers,
just like my human friends.
How embarassing to have a single portion of emotion.
βDonβt worry,
the fire will feel really goodβ
Hello! I wanted to write about the frustation I feel when I open up about my feeling and they donβt seem to be enough, and everyone forces me to be more emotional, as if my way of reacting was wrong, making me feel wrong. I wanted this to be a very basic poem, I hardly corrected anything while writing, I just tried to romanticize the feeling and make it more approchable and understandable for everyone.
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Oh I loved thisπ€
Wow this is art thank you for sharing <3