a poem
i can feel it bubbling inside of me
trying to consume me
this feeling of loneliness
of not being enough
but i don’t want to let it out
i am afraid of braving my existence without it
living life without its intrusion
that i’ll stop being me somehow
after surviving the devouring
but i don’t want to let it out
i will build up my being despite its haunting
willingly house an aging body and
fill this roaring belly with anything
besides anxiety and cycled trauma
but i can’t let it out
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