I am hiding.
I’m in plain sight but hiding.
My eyes hold too much light.
They want to close and sleep and not think.
My mind is crashing with fragments of thought
– rolling and tipping and fixing and ruling.
I’m standing still but I’m running.
From You.
From being seen unfinished.
From being naked while fully clothed…
…And then I gave up.
I gave in.
I let you love me.
And the terror stilled.
The scream was silent.
And your arms held me firm.
And you walked with me.