Finally

Strangers.

Circled in a dome.

Mentally,

Phyically Open

Mentally Closed.

Emotions fall out

Tears out of control.

Imprisioning ourselves.

The shackles break

It can no longer hold the weight.

Pushed to be freed

There's no stopping.

We're all here,

expressing our emotions

and deepest darkest fears.

It's too soon to come out

for we are not prepared.

Here we are

with our new family

New love

and no tears.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 

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