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Vicious Circle by Tom Irvine.

In my quiet moments, I lock myself away closing all doors behind me ... except one.

Within my maze, the door to my mind is left ajar and my agoraphobic heart, now safe, bleeds words upon a page. Words eked, as if, from the psychiatrist's couch. Words of anger, words of fear, words behind the solitary tear - escaped - like a prisoner, running for freedom from the cells of my emotions. Words of joy too, though few, may spark and ignite allowing a light to lead me from the darkness and to the exit where my words can be read, or fed, to some who may think I'm off my head.

Their comments cutting, pushing, shoving me back, knocking me off track, incurring my silence.

But ... in my quiet moments, I lock myself away.

It's only the words they see - they don't see me - I am hidden in the lines between.

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Publication:Airdrie and Coatbridge Advertiser (Lanarkshire, Scotland)
Date:Mar 6, 2019
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