as it dances
on my flesh
the wind carries
your voice
to my ears
and down into me
deep inside
to that long forsaken place
closed off to the world
for a year
the old wooden cigar box
sealed shut for so long
but the wind is beginning
to flow through the cracks
will I be able to
let you in?
will I let you
read everything?
you say you share my pain
but I don’t wish to burden you.
For I carry a heavy weight.
My aches run deep
some cuts may never heal
and my scars burn in my sleep
I long to share
but I hesitate to hurt
