I keep so much secret
ambiguous
Because
when things are vague
they’re so much easier
to ignore, aren’t they?
nobody can question who I am
or have their curiosity piqued
I’ve learned to not wear
my victimhood
on my sleeve
I’ve learned to
not draw it across my wrists
even if that’s the only thing
I haven’t yet finished
even if it’s a fine line
a thread
holding me together
I want people, places, things
not to be
so flawed but
I have to keep reminding myself that
there’s a beauty in this chaos
we call humanity
the majority of us not knowing even
how to begin
to be humane
to each other
or to ourselves
the greatest challenge
is every morning
waking up to relearn
this lesson over and over
because others will hurt us
sometimes without even realizing
how much they are capable
of hurting us
so I tell myself
to see the beauty
instead of feeling
the pain
It’s your face in the mirror
next to mine
and even though you stand close
enough to touch
I feel you
cold
behind the glass
you’re here
but you might as well
be a reflection
nancyornot 