Tightly wound up in my origami box,

My surfaces remain closed,

Neatly folded,

Tight edges,

Without a door,

Or a window to my soul.


Today might be the one where the unfolding begins,

And my heart and its contents become available to all,

Where the air is cleared, and my suffocating interior disappears.

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