Open No More

All through my life

Reached out my hand

Bared my soul

Only to be told

It made me less of a man.

 

Insecurity

Lack of self control

Deflection

My penance

Fury you couldn’t command.

 

Don’t reach for my hand

Just like the door

What was once open

No more

Time to take a stand.

 

Red balloon

We all float down here

Time to face your fears

Got exactly what you wanted

Ah, sweet irony – isn’t life grand?

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