Two poems about emotional overload, self-interrogation, and finding stillness
You’re so talented Odel. I felt like I was in your head, you articulated these poems so well. Restacking!
Thank you for your kind words ☺️ and thanks for the restacking.
I’m truly glad that resonates with you. I just clarified a small piece of my chaos, some things we could carry on our journeys
“I am insensibly sensitive.”
Okay but this line alone explains so much.
I love how you let distance be a breathing tool, not a moral failure.
The shield isn’t cold... it’s heavy, learned, and honestly very human.
And the WHY poem? Just questions lining up like bouncers, slowing the chaos.
No fixing, no posturing... just letting sensitivity exist without apology.
Thank you, Asura !
There's nothing to fix in us, at least not before completely understanding it.
Just let us be
Be Asura- Be Asuka avec panache 😁
You’re so talented Odel. I felt like I was in your head, you articulated these poems so well. Restacking!
Thank you for your kind words ☺️ and thanks for the restacking.
I’m truly glad that resonates with you. I just clarified a small piece of my chaos, some things we could carry on our journeys
“I am insensibly sensitive.”
Okay but this line alone explains so much.
I love how you let distance be a breathing tool, not a moral failure.
The shield isn’t cold... it’s heavy, learned, and honestly very human.
And the WHY poem? Just questions lining up like bouncers, slowing the chaos.
No fixing, no posturing... just letting sensitivity exist without apology.
Thank you, Asura !
There's nothing to fix in us, at least not before completely understanding it.
Just let us be
Be Asura- Be Asuka avec panache 😁