Supernova
Am I a broken mirror glued back together again?or am I pieces of dangling thread spiderwebbed together
somehow in the middle trying to hold it all together?
complicated
broken
the truth is
I survived
but now I need healthy emotional patterns where I have super-highways of dysfunction that served me well in survival
My insides are howling in fear
conflicting emotions battling it out
everything bursting with a supernova that I used to use to feed a black hole within my chest
now I have to find a way to let it out in a trickle
I need to be able to listen gently, speak calmly the truth insttead of what is expected of me
Not to be a calm, numbed mask with a black hole
but stand in my real self, feel my supernova fully and let it shine gently through my skin
At least I am finally allowed to say
"I don't know"
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2025-10-08 at 04:32
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