Basket Case (Sonnet)

Wed, 07/15/2020 - 07:36 -- Tee Jay

How else could I have survived?
The pressure of accepting the shock
Melancholy held me back
So, that heartache is no longer just a "heartache"
A heartache that is incredulous,
A heartache that is insignificant,
Made me wear the scar in pride
But, I am grief-stricken
And that reality is live
So, that heartache is no longer just a "heartache"
The heartache is sick
The heartache is shame
The inside voice is raised
A can of worms is open.

This poem is about: 
Me

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