Walked through a devastated forest
She saw a wooden house on the hill
There’s no place to rest
No toxic lover to kill.
Only books that said
“You are not allowed to feel”
“Don’t open it. Danger ahead”
She wanted to continue
But her will hangs by a thread.
Opened the dusty wooden trunk
She found a perfect suit and tie
The one she’s hidden all these years
She walked this earth so quietly
So no one would hear.
She’s denied her own existence
A lawyer who deemed herself unworthy
She now learned the true lesson
that love doesn’t need approval from anybody.
t.l.
Inspired by ‘Notes of the Hypnotist’ by Gao Ming.
Tsunami of Words 