I feel it.
Like I’m not in control.
Just the vessel, just the shell.
The container that carries it all.
The weight,
The wildness that inhabits me
cannot be fully contained.
Sometimes I break.
I crack. I crash.
And the wildness falls out.
I used to hurry to put it back.
But now I don’t.
I used to pretend like there were no cracks.
No brokenness.
Only temporary releases that could be filled with make-believes.
I used to pretend.
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