avatarRoxy Wright

Summary

The author stands at the precipice of a profound emotional journey, hesitant to plunge into another's emotional "void" without assurance of companionship and support.

Abstract

The author vividly describes the trepidation of facing an emotional abyss, reminiscent of a past traumatic experience that left them shattered. They recount the arduous process of self-reconstruction, using literature as a balm for their wounded spirit. Despite projecting an image of joy to conceal their inner turmoil, the author has long endured loneliness and insecurity. Now, confronted with another's emotional void, they express a fervent desire to take the leap together, seeking a promise of shared experience through the uncertainty. The author's feet remain firmly planted, signaling a need for trust and mutual commitment before venturing into the depths of vulnerability once more.

Opinions

  • The author has survived a previous emotionally harrowing experience that has left them cautious.
  • They have used external means, such as literature, to heal and maintain a façade of happiness.
  • There is a deep-seated fear of repeating the past, where they faced emotional depths alone and emerged damaged.
  • The author is seeking a sign of genuine partnership and shared risk before they are willing to engage in another emotionally intense situation.
  • The act of opening up is seen as both a significant request from the other party and a profound personal challenge for the author.

The Void

Here I stand,

Teetering at the edge

Of your void.

A void so deep

My mind must

Create a bottom.

I barely,

Barely,

Survived last time.

His void was deep too,

And he let me

Dive in alone.

I emerged

Bloody,

Bruised,

Wholly broken.

Wasted.

I cobbled my pieces

Back together,

Using others words

To salve my wounded soul.

I paraded for years

Under a mask of joy.

It hid my insecurities,

My weaknesses,

My perpetual loneliness.

My insides have been alone

For decades.

My mind in solitude,

Protected by the same cocoon.

Now you’re asking

Me to open

My skull and my ribs

To you.

You’ve brought me here,

To your void.

And I desperately,

Desperately,

Want to jump in with you.

Promise you will

Hold my hand.

Through the jump,

The fall,

And the landing?

My feet will be

Planted firmly here,

At the edge of your void.

Until you prove

I won’t be jumping alone,

They will not move.

Not Again.

Poetry
Relationships
Self
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