To utter even one word may cause a person to smash your World.
A small and fragile state.
My Mind is a sensitive kind.
Never telling in full report,
the details of what haunts my Port.
Each and every word,
pours upon my wounds; It hurts.
I feel left inside a Storm.
Thrown the occasional Sail; It's torn.
One day I will sew my mend,
and understand that I can,
start again.
With my eyes I will shout my lore.
I cannot find, but cease my more.
Healing me,
while staying safe,
from those Nightmares that you state.
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