How To Be Open When You’re Broken

When your past is anything but a fairy tale

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How can I be open without restrictions?
A door that never closes
a breeze allowed to pass by
and through your insides
like you are a ghost within this home.

Speaking words into the sky
to materialize the trials and tribulations
of what you’ve lived
and how your body
is more like diamonds
then it is permeable sheets
of paper because your body refuses
to be torn so easily by words
actions, dictating your heart
to beat like that of a rabbit
to escape your abuser’s words
their mentality to crack your skull
then resurrect you to repeat the process
before your mind can react
to the pain spreading like blooms
blossoming upon your body bruises
like the various colors of the rainbow
you have denied, and maybe that’s why
they choose to harm your body
in ways that don’t color your skin
as much as they metaphorically
twist your body into a contortionists
cartoon rendering of rubber limbs
trying to grasp at what they said
to throw the words back at them
so they can see the harm of their foul.