hiding – Under the Cedar Trees

Heavy Breathing

bury yourself / in hidden places /
every forceful exhale / purging doubts /
…

Hidden in our thoughts
So much love must remain
Unseen and unheard

Silent confessions
These, too, fated to be lost
Alone in the dark

I curl myself tight
In my recovery bed
Finding comfort here

This tiny, soft space
Like a child’s old blanket
Where I seek healing

Fading to nothing
The desire to disappear
Fulfilled upon sleep

… But then
I think of them seeing me from the inside out
I imagine their mind’s fingers combing the strands tangled in my shallows
…