Closeness

When I write I am so close to myself

that

I do not feel guilty or weary.

I am so honest and with my soul wide opened

and

I will not ask anyone to get that.

I paint my pain in blurry lines

but

I am so close to myself.

Introversion

I searched at the bottom of my lungs

and

I have found the courage to exhale.

I rediscovered a forgotten sensitivity

to

black marks left on white bedsheets

I felt a pain under my right atrium

so

I got back to writing.

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