It seems I’ve forgotten how to listen – or…
I was once the vessel of your endless bounding emotions, my friends – you came to me.
Now I fear I’m falling deeper into myself: becoming a model of a person I might one day hate. Hold your tongue and learn to absorb, to listen, to want & to need to be a vessel again.
My words run from me not because I don’t want to listen, but because I have so much I want to say. I’m sorry, I’m interrupting again; speak.
This is my therapy. I speak. I cry. I manifest my emotions in a tangible form. Only then are they out of me, no longer trapped. And then I am at ease. And then I am sure.
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