neat little balls are boring
boxes ticked keep us in boxes
growth hindered turns up as resentment 8 years later
resentment of the heart
that it knew better and you dismissed it so bravely see heart and soul are rarely sprawled out upon the table to look at and examine
logic leads
reason fakes its way to the forefront
trust me I have sat at the table with the boxes checked
the ball neatly wound together
logic yanking on my arm
reason slapping my wrist
and it is excruciating my own stomach curdles
my tongue swells
I can no longer speak
no more dismissing the things that pull the glow out of me
I leave the table
I decide I will not sit
no I will not sit
unless heart and soul are seated first
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