Preserved

When you go through abuse,
parts of you, shut down!
When you're being misused,
your spirit drowns,
under a weight,
that keeps you bound!
You hide yourself...
because you know, it's not safe!
Can't be, who you are!
Your hopes are replaced!
On survival mode, you're just getting by!
You don't want to...
but you know, you have to lie...
and say, "Everything's alright!"
No one knows, that your heart is broken!
No one hears, those bullets, spoken!
They see your smile...
and not your fears!
It's not their fault...
because you mask the tears!
Still, you wish...
for some understanding,
in a world, aloof...
and yet, demanding!
Somehow, you don't truly
realize, it's hold,
till you get away from that life...
and you break the mold!
Then, you awake,
as if, from taking a nap!
All the things, you once were,
sprout up, through the gap...
and you remember, all the things,
you used to love!
All the things, you closed within,
to protect, from the shove!
All those buried parts of you,
are now restored!
As if, those bits of you,
were preserved...in a jar!











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