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Express the mess

That adds to the stress of life

Where pain and shame

Aloud exclaim the hurt.

Where work averts

Where senses alert

Where numbness is inert

To all that is exert.

Feelings remain

Yet the senses have dulled

The imprint retained

And the memory culled, to survive.

Enough is enough

When things are so tough

And I’m calling time

As I resign and align

To the journey revealed over time

Stand out moments cannot be ignored

Sensational experiences should be explored

Within the heart & mind stored

The forever new should be implored

By the one who is self censored...