For so long, I survived,
biding my time–
saying I bottled up the bruises
but clichés sometimes hold true.
I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say,
I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held,
I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, some safe haven.
I climbed into the foothills,
and my bottle went bursting,
releasing these pressurized tears,
A storm frozen up and delayed
so my body could carry on getting us here
where it’s safe enough
to fall apart.
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