To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven
Time to be quiet
Unpack the content of the heart,
Like last year’s Christmas decoration
Motives, desires, future hopes, present quests and past dreams
All glaring, asking to be acknowledged
Every experience ignored requesting to be seen and heard.
No longer willing to be shoved aside
Demanding to be released
Sunny dispositions and borderline denials
Could no longer mask the ugly truth
Priorities disheveled...continued
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