By, J. Lynn Dickson
I’ve lived as a silhouette
Veiling my face from the sun
Protecting my spirit from the ugliness of truth
Remaining only for the moon
For the voice that spoke
When there was no one to listen
In my dreams,
I’ve hidden in the curve of your arm
Fallen breathless into you
My tears broke within your embrace
My fright ran from the unyielding power of your shoulder
The mask I’ve worn ragged is falling apart
A jigsaw of memories and faces at my feet
Life and people have passed me by
Forgotten in the shadow of years
Shielding my eyes with bleeding hands
Your light too strong
Stepping gently into my secrets, into my shame
In your palm lies my healing heart
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