Sunday, February 15, 2009


I often find myself running from open arms.
I feel I run the risk of exacerbating dry
the arms in which to hold me. It is difficult
for me to even find love in family at times.
I suffer, from feeling awkward even around
the people who practically raised me.
The derivative and explanation are still
a science in which I do not understand; but
I am restless wit these feelings. I am not
sure how much longer I can handle feeling
like a stranger among my own family. Being
so afraid to share myself with the people
who want it most. To even love again.

A prisoner in my own walls that I've
subconsciously constructed over the years;
and I've no idea where to start to get
them down.

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