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    The walls I built

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    A poem about healing, forgiveness, and letting go of the walls I’ve built. I fell a thousand feet,truth revealed,my eyes open,wide and haunted. Everything crumpled,your image destroyed,my heart split. Too many wounds,left weeping. There’s too much to heal. So I built it,brick by brick,strong and steady. I tended to me,you were left pleading,I looked the…

  • If a poem were a panic attack

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    It’s not then. It’s now. Walls closing.Heart pounding.Throat dry. The world feels small.Me — bigger. I choke.Desperate. Scared.In. Out. In. Out.I rub my hands together. Questions.Confusion.Am I safe? My body doesn’t understand.My brain remembers. I gasp — desperate for breath.Old wounds open.A prisoner in my subconscious. In. Out. In. Out.I breathe some more. What’s happening?…