Monday, March 9, 2020

Spring Winds

I hide what I eat, when, and how much. 
I hide who I am, my emotions. 
I hide. 
Feeling safe with the one I love 
I open up, but,
he doesn't have a mentor, doesn't have a god, 
he uses me against me,
defends himself, not us. 
I wish I stashed that good mood
beneath the sink, or elsewhere.
Maybe there's a crumble of a laugh
under the mattress. 
In search for smiles I find intent,
an urge to slow down,
a need to just enjoy. 
I can't replace myself
but I can change. 

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