by Jazerai

She told me once how it seemed impossible 
for her to translate his silence into benevolence
Her heart sustains a battle with her intellect 
Denying her the security of self she deserves

I am worried since she said ‘I’m fine’

We are one in the same.

I know that FINE is just a binding 
used to retain the excess of emotions
she keeps subdued 
At times I feel guilty
for wishing that she would unravel
Keeping optimistic that she will release

I hate that she is FINE

I want her to discover the freedom 
I have yet to incur
The peace in acceptance
The ability to just BE. 

S:He by Jazerai

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