When feelings soar up and thump on the walls of my heart, when the world around changes colour and impinges on my soul.... I take up the pen and pour my heart out.
It's easy to love.
Easy to believe.
Easy to leave.
Easy to hurt.
Easy to wallow.
What's not easy,
Is to remind yourself
To liberate
The inner child,
Shunned away from
Life.
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