There is an echoing wall
A collection of lost and found<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A presence so heavy
It comes all at once and all around<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When a conversation becomes a current,
An electricity, a capsule to transport freely
Through a looking glass to see
That small shy little girl, that little me<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not knowing why there was a chance
She\u2019d be left behind at a dance
By a strong man, but no ability to cope
With a roomful of people, one absent of smoke
No liquor, no drink,
Is there even time to think?
Sights set on the door
Feet flying across that floor
And there I stood
Growing like wood
Into the floor below when every dad
Would ask me for a chance to dance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I took up no space
I cheered and I clapped
I learned that a timer goes off
And instinct demands
Abandon ship
You can\u2019t care how it ends<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I learned to run too
When things got hard
And the root cause barred
From my knowledge
And from your heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just wanted to know
I could say what I felt
And you would answer,
\u201cI see, I will try to cope\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I do not need you by my side
I do not need you every day
I just need for you to stay
And tell me, \u201cI\u2019ll be glad to see you another day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because when they built me
Brick by brick, mortarless
It was to weather more
And receive much less
But still I feel unendingly raw
When I can see underneath the underneath
That suddenness and confusion
This chaos that feels a lot like home
It takes me back to that place
Where I was small and I was shy
But still I had to try
To tell all the other men
\u201cIt is fine, my mom will come in the end.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have lived in a fantasy
Of stories far and wide
Of every character I could try
And knowing it was fantasy
Could not save me from the fate
Of choosing people who cannot stay
Not for a moment, not to be kind
Just \u201cI\u2019ll see you some other time.\u201d
But time never comes, it passes on by
It drinks us up like slurpee in a cup
And all I ever wanted was to know:
I am important and I am enough
For someone to stay so I don\u2019t have to be so tough
Because I am tired of filling the space
A space so vacant, so absent of heart
A space so lonely, vocabulary cloaking
With a breath perhaps, I will discard
That inherent need turn within
To leave that space so open
It allows the riff raff to slip in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I am enough and I am tough
I know now, I can handle when it\u2019s rough
But who will sit with me
And pour me some tea
To sit in silence and appreciate
That relaxation will truly sate
Because I am enough and I am so tough
I can let go now and feel all this stuff
Those currents that echoed body and soul
Those voices that told me, \u201cI am not whole\u201d
Because all that I am and all that I\u2019ve been
Is carried around with me in a bin
But I am ready to turn it in
And open up to what\u2019s within
To face the stitching unbroken
A heart patched up, but the ultimate token
To be cherished and to be loved
Not just a toy on which to be tugged
I do not need you
I do not want you
But I could hear you
Hear that heart which beats below
Everything you think you need to stow
Because the most tragic thing is this
I will not know you, it\u2019s a chance we\u2019ll miss
Because we are all so afraid to sit
In our pain and in our pits
Of despair so lonely we shout out
And hear the echoes all around
Of everyone who came before
And transported us right back
To before we knew we were more
More than enough, more than our stuff
More than our pain and more than our bluffs
We are more than enough
But when will we finally open up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because if we don\u2019t
We\u2019ll only be haunted
By echoes and ghosts
Of all who could not cope
Of all who knew that they were more
And finally, I am unmoored from this floor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\/N: Do you ever catch yourself in old habits and finally know what should change? I know that I think a lot about how connected everything is but I would never call it overthinking because it’s the right amount of thinking to take me to where I need to go next.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There is an echoing wallA collection of lost and found A presence so heavyIt comes all at once and all around When a conversation becomes a current,An electricity, a capsule to transport freelyThrough a looking glass to seeThat small shy little girl, that little me Not knowing why there was a chanceShe\u2019d be left behind […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"WB4WB4WP_MODE":"","WB4WP_PAGE_SCRIPTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_STYLES":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FONTS":"","WB4WP_PAGE_HEADER":"","WB4WP_PAGE_FOOTER":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n