My Distraction So Love Doesn't Hurt
Veiling Pain with Distraction: A Heart's Silent Battle
In the shadows, I build a fortress,
A realm of distraction, a silent address.
To shield my heart from love's cruel sting,
I hide within, where memories cling.
A dance of smiles conceals my pain,
But deep within, the wounds remain.
With laughter, I paint a facade so bright,
Hiding the tears that fall in the night.
Love's tendrils reached, so fragile and sweet,
But left a trail of heartache, incomplete.
I've woven this mask, this armor so tough,
To guard against love's tender rebuff.
Yet in solitude's embrace, I find my grace,
A sanctuary where pain finds its space.
My distract, my refuge, love's bitter art,
Shielding my soul, a guarded heart.
About the Creator
Naira J
As an adventurer of words and explorer of ideas, I navigate the realms of language to craft compelling narratives. With a heart entwined with curiosity, I embark on a perpetual quest to distill the essence of existence into eloquent prose.
Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
By Caroline Jane3 days ago in Humans
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