you cloak your pain so close around you
like a shield that no one sees
you hold it to you, like a lover
that you do not want to set free …

you bind it to you, day and night
no one else can take it’s place
and when an old friend comes to call
you make them see it on your face ~

the spinning world could stop and fall
but you don’t know what’s going on
you’re wrapped up with your selfish lover
the rest of your world is long gone …

holding close – you won’t let go
you’d rather have it to yourself
and take the pieces it left of you
then place them quietly on the shelf ~

… to one day fade away – like some dried up weeds.

© Debbie Finlay

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