금주은 하우스

어제는 먹먹했고,
오늘은 아직도 답답하다.
 

그 답답함 속에는 아직 다 풀지 못한,
엉킨 실타래가 있다.
 

실타래가 엉킨 것은 사랑 한 조각. 
누군가를 향한 사랑이었으나,
그것이 사랑임을 알지 못했고,
궁극적으로 내 사랑을 내가 의심하게 되어
실타래에 갇혀 버린 그 사랑 한 조각
 
그래서 훨훨 날지 못하고 있다.
나비가 부럽다.
 
지금은 열심히 풀고 있는 중.

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Yesterday was suffocating, And today, I still feel heavy with frustration.

Within that heaviness, there is a tangled skein of thread That I have yet to fully unravel.

What became so tangled is a fragment of love. It was a love directed toward someone, But I did not realize it was love at the time. Ultimately, I began to doubt my own love, And now, a piece of that love is trapped within the tangled thread.

And so, I cannot fly freely. I envy the butterfly.

I am now in the process of diligently untangling it.

(Note: This is not about romantic love between a man and a woman.)