Clenched jaw. Tight shoulders. Tongue on the roof of his mouth. The empath—more sensitive than most—reflected on everything, carrying feelings of doubt, fear, anger, but also the opposite.
A walking paradox: a brave coward, an angry smiler. Strong, yet weak-minded. Insecurely confident, raggedly handsome, happily sad. A pessimistically hopeful optimist falling apart and keeping it together.
A multitasking, hardworking, tired and lazy, good man who does everything for those around him, but not so much for himself.
Trauma has a way of breaking through doors that have no business being opened. And it's when the trauma stands above you—when you're lying in bed, at work, or driving your car. When it breaks in and you have no choice but to deal with it head-on, do you fight or run?
The empath unclenched his jaw, relaxed his shoulders, sighed, picked up his pencil and paper, then wrote, "There was war today; tomorrow there will be peace."
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A lovely write, the battle of the demons, nicely expressed and written
I appreciate it
You are very welcome
It is the opposition in all things that make up this world. A poem of understanding that it takes two sides to a coin and without bad there would be no good. A lovely write well structured and written.
Thank you
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