Monica’s Box: A Freewrite
The problem with vulnerability is when the one who asked for it gets scared.
You opened the box
the flood came pouring out
and you ran.
where does that leave me?
Emotionally raw and open without salve.
I’ve processed emotions
articulated events
that I’ve never before faced.
You had the key,
turned it,
then was surprised by what came out.
You cannot expect me to be emotionless
That’s just not human.
I was classically trained in keeping my emotions and feelings bottled up.
At that, I excelled.
But you told me I was safe.
Showed me that my growth was being stunted.
Drug me from that fluorescent light to darkness so I could find real light.
Because it was good for me (it was).
Then ran. (Who knew I’d be on this journey alone?)
Because I was no longer just your peace.
I became human, and you saw I had a hell.
Why seek what you don’t really want?