The way to opening

I am on the brink of knowing
Craving dreamstate, not New Jersey
And that spot inside
Where I hide my biggest fear
Where I’m holding my great self-loathing
I’ve curled around it, tightening
Locked away, chained and bound
Those iron bars are rusting
Now I want it out, but forgot how to let go, relax that internal grip
Pulling at it, applying force
Will only break me, the way to opening is surrender

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