230/365: The Deceptive Ideal of Transparency

I didn't know how to be softer,
unburden myself slowly,
unwrap pieces over time
so you could measure the flavour of them,
hold each of them on your own.
I only knew gentleness as not raising fists
and didn't yet understand
the many shades of violence I could create
through the deceptive ideal
of transparency.

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