"Lately I've been hard to reach. I've been too long out on my own."
Afraid to look behind;
afraid to look ahead.
Eyes tightly closed.
Arms tightly wrapped around
myself.
No peeking.
Cause I'm playing
hide-and-seek
with my hurts.
I'll count to ten, and
they'll all hide away
somewhere deep
deep
deep in my soul.
But shh,
don't tell,
when ten is up--
I'm going to cheat.
I'll keep my eyes
tightly closed.
No looking;
no peeking.
Maybe they'll
stay put.
And not approach,
softly,
tapping on my shoulder.
Rocking on their heels.
Raising their eyebrows and
saying expectantly--
"Hey.
You forgot to come looking."
vanessa ((
So often the case. If only opening our eyes was as simple as literally opening our eyes. And what happens when we expose our hurts? I guess it's such a rarity it is hard to know exactly. Is it fear that keeps our eyes closed? I would like to know....I really would.
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