Inquiry of Connection
Dear, you,
I don’t know how or why
But you chose this very morningtide
To discuss what bothers thou.
It is my vulnerability.
“Don’t be skeptical,” you replied
Because I told you my tardiest morose feeling
Oh, if only it’s been relaxed
But it is hard, you see?
To feel like you have a fate
And you kept talking about it
Which has made me feel like shredded
Then I was exposed, and you saw my stripped skin.
And you saw my clandestine wounds
Underneath the heart that once has torn
Because I put my hope to the souls
And you said souls were just puppets with their minds.
I thought you would leave
But you were there
Standing so determined
Waiting for me slowly get remedied
You kept telling me to believe in myself
To never surrender
You were the only one who waited for me
To break the transparent wall that I embedded in any connections.
