I need the silence of my pain,
I have written words upon words.
Silly me, save them for here.
Saying them only exposes you to their scorn.
you were never worth the trouble.
So I sit lost in the water,
drifting on the wind.
Breathing.
It takes so much effort to hold the world up.
No one knows how hard,
it can really be,
being strong.
I need to be less.
To blurr between the lines.
To not be seen.
Where I am at peace.
then to lay back,
wrapped in spiders silk,
and await the approaching fall.
Letting the leaves burry me.
Hide me from the cold.
Lay down and listen,
I can hear winter calling me already.
I need the quiet of winter right now.
the internal winter is growing too bitter.
