Unburden Mee

Unburden me

From thoughts of you

Even

(Especially?)

Those

Lurking on my

Periphery

You hid from me

When all I wanted 

Was to see you

When everything I wanted

Was to love you

You hid from me

Then lied to me

Afraid of what 

I would see

Buried there

In your uncombed psyche

But you lied to me

And now

That’s all I may ever see

You could have

Just opened up

I know how to hold

The darkness of truth

I know how to walk

Over knotted roots

I know how to love

The unlovable

All you had to do

Was show me

All you had to do 

Was trust me

I left thinking

I wasn’t enough

But

In retrospect

Perhaps

I was too much

This Morning

 Two thoughts, before my mind gets bogged down with the weight of work and life:

1.  My job fits like a coat that is too small for me.  There isn't room for my growth.  I have worn it in though, it feels comfortable in a world that changes so much.  I have never liked having to get new shoes or new coats.  It still provides a sense of security and a certain amount of warmth.  But, alas, it is too small.  I have already outgrown it, I am just afraid to choose a new coat.  It's a big decision, what if I decide on the wrong one.  What if I lose my coat altogether?  What's the solution there?  Just move somewhere warm where I won't need a coat?

2.  I think I've been alone too long to fit in anyone's life but my own.  And I'm good with that.