There is so much
Hidden inside of the silence…
Do we ever take the time
To get out of our own way…
I never look both ways before I
Cross the street…
My Non-Conformity
Is no surprise to anyone, anymore…
There is so much
Hidden inside of a smile…
Sadness or pain
Admiration or desire…
Admittingly, it is so
That even I know…
Just how much, even I
Consistently, without fail…
Constantly stand, in my
Own way…
It seems, as if
I have been…
Inside of my own way
For an uncomfortable amount
Of time, So I
Am now stuck…
Inside of all that
Emotion…
Attached to the space
That is so enormously given…
To the understanding of
All that, and so much, indeed…
Hiding, living, loving, lying, suffering, devouring or dying
Inside…
Inside of the silence…
Inside of a smile…
Inside a place that feels safe
Where we all go
To hide…
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J. LeFever
Tryst Publication 2.0