Bubble Wrapped Heart
Read when being vulnerable seems more painful than keeping your guard up.
You’ve been stuffed down like packing peanuts in a cardboard box
Unspoken emotions clogging your windpipes like hair falling out when brushing and fear of a messy sink
forces you to push your curls down the drain quickly to be dealt with
later
But later never comes...and you know this clearly at 41
How could they just bubble wrap your lungs
They called you glass before you could grasp
the powers your own voice had
So you communicated in sighs heavy enough to crush your own heart
Started and stopped
Attempted to get started then stopped
Every time you tried to talk... like a car without enough power to start you get all choked up
So you bubble wrapped your heart
And shipped yourself off
I know you're fragile
You showed me better than you could tell me that
It’s always been harder to reveal yourself
Because people like to play around with hearts and pop
Pop, pop, you like bubbles and the sound of your heart breaking through
your rib cage is too much to stomach
So you shoot the butterflies in your stomach with “bad” attitude and doubts
And their wings stop fluttering before they even so much as think about
giving you that rush
And the flush in your face that makes you shy to say that you love
when I call your soul beautiful
So ashamed that you hadn’t seen it first
But there is never any shame in your reflection
I’m just your reflection
Reflecting back to you your own truth
Sometimes you heal most thoroughly by allowing yourself to be loved
by someone who doesn’t need to pop bubble wrap right away
I’ll cut it off and lay it aside
I’ll spend my time wrapping your heart in gauze and gentle love
until you can trust that my lips are bubble wrapped kisses
Stamped fragile with a destination to the door of your open heart
only you can sign for
I want to unbox you
Unwrap your pain
Paste the pieces of your heart back together again if that's what it takes
I’ll sign up for a subscription, forget annually
I’ll subscribe for a lifetime
I figure it could go both ways
We could remove our bubble wrap together
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About the Creator
Cierra Robinson
I'm a mental-spiritual health advocate. Poetry & writing saved my life & are non-negotiables. Remember, unpack your soul to declutter your heart & reveal the light you've always housed within.
Instagram: @cr_marshall_
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