Informed

Art by- CJHeery.deviantart.com

  

I want to find the place where 

all the shapes live inside of me,

so I can take them all out.

I will wrap each one with love,

tenderly and keep them near.

Then, if I ever want them, 

to talk to somebody who 

never found theirs, perhaps 

they tried but felt too fearful

 

or too naked without them; 

I could unwrap one and wear 

a familiar shape in which

to comfort them and later, 

remove it, put it safely 

away, that I might, again

see everything uncovered,

outside of the lines that you 

painted encircling me 

thinking to keep us both safe.

I know that it’s dangerous, 

that without perfect balance

I might burn from exposure 

or lose myself, drowning in 

endless opening, perhaps

drift away on a breeze, or 

fall, to lie on the sun-warmed 

ground, having forgotten why standing is important. 

You see, how easily we 

are tempted to grow new lines,

the small beginning’s, tendrils, 

hesitation and concern,

I will wrap them, carefully,

store them, safe with the others,

never stopping until I 

fade like notes on a bards harp

until the very air itself

becomes but one of my breaths.