The Things You Crave

“Yes,” I thought,
“I understand this”. The need
to have someone break you
wide open
take your fight
so you can breathe
feel
sense
because it’s impossible
to let go
alone.

That blinding yourself
bracing yourself
swallowing your cries
is a kind of
meditation
just the rhythmic
soothing
*crack*, *slap*
that resets the beat
of your jittery soul.

Your senses are
sharper
the sounds recede
but the silence
hums
a frequency that is more
like the rushing of your
blood, your life force
through your veins, not
the stop-and-go static
in your ears, your mind.

“Yes, I understand”,
the pretty facade. The shiny
veneer the public sees
the jolting and
profoundly
lonesome
realization
that all those strangers
these acquaintances
this family have
no idea
of the thoughts in your mind and

the things you crave.

 

#OpenLinkNight 62 at dversepoets.com

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