When you try to hold both ends of a very stiff rod
Your feelings pull at each other trying to have you waver at either side
And you try desperately to remember not to block pain so long that you become hard and insensitive , impassive
And to keep remembering pain always for it not to hurt you anymore
Or to try and let go so your heart breathes a carefree mess and security.
So then you end up standing in the middle wondering at nothing.
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
