Unravel

To be seen

To be heard

To unravel the barbed wire and begin to show the torn brain beneath

It’s mesmerising

The fear yet the desire to be known

When being known is but an illusion

An illusion hidden with smiles and images and words and misunderstandings and…

Silence.

An illusion build over time

Which has sprung into existence by the existence of others

Neglect, judgement, abandonment

The horrors of disentanglement

Of healing a tragedy, a broken heart

The tragedy of silence

Of a lost child

For secrets become habit

Loyalty given to those treacherous enough to take it

Cast the evil bond which cannot be broken

And though with time it may release and some hidden may fall out

It is impossible to know, even themselves, if it may be told

And if anyone will be able to handle the relief