The Easy OptionA Poem by EmmaRemoving yourself doesn't remove your problems for those who care about you
I don't have the energy
to force a smile. I can't silently disguise the sensation of every word sticking in my throat. Choking me as it tightens. I retreat. It is selfish and weak but it is also merciful: every question left hanging, every averted eye and every comment thought better of is a double-edged sword that I recoil from. This manifestation of my lacking ability to accept over apologise; this self-originating parasite goes under many names: guilt, embarrassment, loathing but these are proudly claimed creations of shame. The shame that I deny laughs at my naivety, because it has no power. I created it. I nurtured it. Now I protect it. And only I can destroy it. As long as it's in the back of my mind, transforming every vague allusion into personal attacks, I am submissive to it. I refuge in isolation. I'm aware that every evasion is a foothold for it. I compromise to aleviate the weight of what I view as a failure. But now I see those I leave behind share the burden. And that truth is harder to swallow.
© 2018 EmmaAuthor's Note
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