Sometimes we don’t tell because we are ashamed.
We think if we don’t tell it will go away.
It doesn’t.
Sometimes we don’t tell because it’s too scary to say it out loud.
We worry others will judge us.
They won’t.
Sometimes we think we can occupy ourselves with other things.
We think it will distract us.
It works briefly.
Sometimes we witness the pen telling it to the paper.
We hope it will lighten the burden.
And it does.
O.M.G.! We used the same twitter post!! Yay! 😀 Here’s mine: http://wp.me/p4ZhSl-dD. 🙂
Your poem is just so heartfelt! 😀 Congratulations! 😀 I think our brains are somehow a bit the same. 🙂
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I think you’re right!
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😀
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I identify the sentiments shared here and like how you ended it, because unburdening, be it on paper, really works magic. http://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/2015/09/11/little-tweets/
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I just wrote about something similar to this (not on the blog tho) yesterday. There is no greater agony and writing is an amazing therapy 🙂
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Thanks. Your poem is short and straightforward but meant a lot for me. Sometimes I withhold telling a story because I fear people will laugh at my sadness and their laugh will make me more pathetic. But your poem sums up why stories should not left untold.
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Every. Single. Time.
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Thanks so much!!
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