An Explosion

A star exploded in my chest
Resembled a firecracker except it burned me to shreds
All that was left was everything I never said
The ingredients to the person I wanted to be but couldn’t because I was too busy hiding
Going back and forth about how I wanted to be perceived
Symptoms of a woman too scared too live
Too scared to take a chance
To make a mistake
Too scared to do things differently
Too sad to think
Too many nights haunted by dreams
Waking up sweating wondering what life means
A star exploded in my chest
I don’t know if this type of damage can be healed

Angelica

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