Hidden in shadows
the thoughts that have sprouted
invisible tentacles
that hold me too close
to the edge
of this
beautiful chasm
Those who see me
don’t see it
they see me
dancing wildly
in a broken, jagged line
gyrating and
in the rhythmic
hopes of some attachment
that keeps me from falling
Not wanting to be caught
needing to be saved
by strong fingers
intertwined in
No, the touch
would expose a weakness
my need to be held
the touch
would bare my naked thoughts and insecurities
the part of me that I hide
needing to be


2 thoughts on “Exposed

  1. kwesispeaks says:

    I’d like to think I understand this, but be sure to share soon.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. eabmarshall says:

    Will do.


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