To be told that
A stranger
Is safer
Than the heart of
Someone who knows me
So well.
Even stranger,
Is seeing the sun
Amongst the clouds
Of my mind
Rather than the clouds
Of you
Amongst the sun of
My visions.
I am in the middle
Of emotions and longing
For you.
And for you to leave
These sacred corners
Of my mind.
I am trembling
Along a troublesome bridge,
Avoiding the tearful trauma
Of my tempting mind.
What is mine?
Not my hopes; just my fears.
The fears that keep your face
Near or else the fright will
Yoke me to discomfort.
I will be trapped.
In comfort, I am
Capturing the lingering
Remembrance of you
And the comfort of your
Familiarity
Reminding me that I am me.
How to be free?
Here I flee, to the safety
Of you in my thoughts as I see
Myself ensnared
In the center of
This crossing bridge,
Afraid to move forward
And too mature to
Return.
Trapped in you,
I cannot be free.
But to move on,
I must come to see
That strangers are only strange
Because they are unknown.
And sadly,
You see,
The unknown frightens me.
12.3.18
