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Protective field

My protective field was invaded by the tiniest drop
and everything changed...

The coldness I was keeping myself into vanished
The feelings I was keeping belowground emerged
The words I couldn't utter unfolded in my mind

My protective field was cracked by the softest wind
and everything changed...

The fear of exposing myself again faded in the open air
The former wounds I had got were fully healed
The specters I was trapping finally escaped

The fumed glass that surrounded me collapsed
I saw the real world again
and realized my protective field wasn't protecting me at all

© 2007 Eduardo Magela Rodrigues

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