Impressions Linger
Another conversation, another revelation.
My wounded mind refuses to hear
the words spoken from your heart.
You keep trying, despite my indignation;
***
my determination to not fall again
for the shadows of manipulation -
not cast by you, but still you feel the cold;
I see you shiver, like a shepherd in the rain.
***
I carry secrets as impressions
upon my guarded soul. Betrayed
by the conditions of the unconditional.
An enigma formed carelessly of protections.
***
I must change this misguided effort of disregard,
so that I can believe in the same person as you.
About the Creator
KJ Aartila
A writer of words in northern WI with a small family and a large menagerie.
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Comments (12)
Wow, Nicely done
That hits home, great job
Oh wow very good there was so much wrapped up in this one.
Deep and emotional; so beautifully worded! ❤️
This is a hard but beautifully penned piece!
Ah, that's a rough place to be in. I've felt this as well :( Such a heartfelt and raw piece. Thank you for sharing.
I definitely felt this! Super powerfully worded 🥹❤️
Gosh, this was just so relatable!
This hits hard. Excellent writing!!
This is great, and that last line hits. Very well done.
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The wounds we carry & the walls of self-defense we erect to protect ourselves from it ever happening again, reluctant to allow ourselves to become vulnerable again even though this time it may very well be true & the only way to know is to let down our guard again. Ah, the internal struggle between wanting/needing to trust vs. our wounded sense of distrust. And how much more severe will those wounds become if trust is betrayed again, even if without intent? Beautifully expressed.