The journey to me

Been on a trip without leaving home. Didn't have to pack any baggage and got to leave some behind on my trip to my inside, the trip to my mind. No hiss of air brakes no slam of car door just the awful dread silence as my head hit the floor. In order to rise one first have to kneel in order to heal you first have to feel. Stubborn pride kept me out of the game for so long theres lots left to do so to sit is soo wrong. So blinders removed eyes opened at last heart crossing the miles of a country so vast. Thoughts encircle her heart, leave her with no doubt, that the love I'd concealed is the love I let out.