Numb.
Like a crackling wood in a soothing, low fire.
Barely warm.
Barely cold.
Barely anything.
Barely
Closure
The closure of my heart took work.
Many said I shouldn’t do it.
That being numb would be a shame and a sin.
But here I am.
Still able to care. To help. To now see things more clearly.
Like how closing my heart helped me escape you.
I would rather live in perseverance.
Not caged in a false and painful love.
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 