The pain, trauma, and hurt felt for a lifetime,
Seeps through my pores elevating anxiety and mental blockages.
Constantly placing myself in a self-inflicting punching bag,
A well-intentioned letter begins to formulate.
Fumbling with words to muster up the courage, stating how I feel,
Can’t explain the emotions internally felt,
Riling inside my mind,
Placing blame on myself for not telling you sooner, writing constantly to keep sane.
Taking the time to meditate, making sure I get this right,
Protecting my peace is all I have, avoiding anger with all my might.
As I write, words flow without creating blame,
I write to you without remorse or shame.
I read to take me to another dimension, hoping to help with phrases eloquently mentioned.
Satisfied with every line and phrase,
I fold this letter as if I would mail it,
Placing inside an envelope, ready to receive
Years go by, life changes occur, this letter
Remains secure in a drawer,
Sacred and only for your eyes.
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