Monday, November 25, 2013

Light






cloaking myself with
anonymity
in purposeful dark

rebirthing spirit
in dryness

shriveled and
hiding 
under that bushel 
{thoughtful hiding}
wrestling falseness
as he attempted
to blow me out

knowing I
{in my waiting}
wasn't shining
on a lamp stand

but

leaving this
{cocooning silence}
seems just as lovely
because now

is full