My body is my shield,
old and damaged by war;
My inner self no longer sealed
which is what its responsible for.
These old gaps that time has not repaired
allow the words to seep
into my soul; so unprepared
for something that hurts so deep.
So I laugh and joke and smile
But in order for it to be worthwhile
Those words that might slip through
Don’t let them come from you
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Great post xx
this is brilliant, reflects a lot of how I feel. Thanks for sharing it hun, hope you’re ok! Keep plodding on xx