Hiding Under Assumed Identity
My shadows slam the doors of sanity,
barricade the lucidity of soaked nightmares.
I shrink and hide myself, brittle and flimsy behind
my naked eyes that can no longer see
the obscurity of my masquerades,
hiding my true self in assumed identity.
I lurk inside a dark soul that bares nothing
but broken dreams and foundation of shrouds.
I blanket my sinister past to seek redemption
but ambiguity veils my fractured heart
held together by duct tape of animosity.
I rip the binding off, discovering paralyzing panic,
a vulnerability cloaked in bogus beards,
listening to roar of whispers and silent screams.
I burrow under my skin and wash off my camouflage,
stop suppressing walls of deceit and breathless lies
and blot out the darkness to reveal the dawning light.
#stophiding
Five fingers is a dreamy wave to an old friend in the distance.
Five fingers is petting your puppy as she falls asleep in your lap.
Five fingers is curling them around your mother's.
Five fingers is a high five with mate.
Five fingers is carrying your best friend’s suitcase when she finally saves enough money to visit you.
Five fingers is waking up your little brother every morning.
Five fingers is accepting that award...no matter how insignificant.
Five fingers is shaking a strangers hand.
Five fingers is writing that final note...and five fingers is tearing it up.
Five fingers is gripping them around the knob and opening that door and reaching out…
With each of my five fingers, everything could have been gone.
Your voice is the most important instrument you’ve been given, and no matter how small or shaky or hoarse it feels, it is there so you can use it.
For yourself.
For others like you.
We all need help sometimes; there is no reason to be ashamed of what you’re feeling.
You don’t have to fight this alone.
Set yourself free.