Her Spoken Silence

Chase to Talk I wanna talk, I ask to talk, I crave to talk, I cry to talk, I literally chase to talk... to you- in the times that we should... embrace to bring comfort and reassurance to one another's soul.. like a melody so familiar, but never old, You instead nestle in your past wounds,  not skipping a beat or a tune.  But- I still wanna talk, I ask to talk, I crave to talk, I cry to talk, I literally chase to talk... to you- in the times that we should... look into each other's eyes- and know that these emotions are temporary, we instead engage with feelings ever so unordinary. It fills us up with passion, that questions our reactions. Walls are up, temptations are down. You're in a haze, like no one is around. But- I still wanna talk, I ask to talk, I crave to talk, I cry to talk, I literally chase to talk...to you- However now, that is no longer, Because in the end- the pain that I once felt, only made me stronger. I'm done chasing... and I learned

she felt no shame,     possibly no care, everyday, nothing is new, as she buys a disdained bottle, like there is nothing to do. what's more important to life, than to refill her insides with toxins and strife. she indulge in this mental sickness not seemingly less sane, but it blinds her actions like an immense pouring of rain. This is Her Unwanted Pain Eluding to this narrative several years later, shows that this continued, without acknowledgment and it was only catered. However, as we grow in age and wisdom, we must put an end to such behavior, we must believe that the Lord is our savior and will free us from this emotional labor. To help mend your sorrows and heal your wounds,  I believe that it takes, not just God, but the individual to reel themselves in, like a hooked rod.  The strength within, is greater than the battle you face,  You must be disciplined in preparation, like you are going to win your first big race. She must fight and believe she deserves the Blessings