Skeptical Paradox ?
For fear of your own fear ?
Waiting by the doorsteps
With a giant laughter underneath
Loud and beautiful as a birthmark
The day hasn’t grown older yet
But my inner child is done feasting,
On strawberries and tales,
Takeaways from the past,
And all the “lovers” I couldn’t love back
So I boxed my ruins,
Like a birthday present
With a smile standing on my face
I threw their remains in the belly of the sea
I will not need them again,
Not where I am going.
This is power and very much inspiring! I found myself once again between the lines! Letting go of all the scars that terrifies my mind and scares me like a demon chasing my blood ! The imagery is just accurate!
Thank you for finding meaning in my words.