Solace?
I lost a thought.
But that is as arbitrary as
Trying to re-find that thought.
I am reopening doors.
I have created a great confusion
And a great mask of shame.
I have hidden behind the expectation
Of looks I deserve to receive,
And I have shied away from
The words of encouragement
I should relish.
I have refused to accept
Forms of love
That were graciously thrown at me
That I received without grace.
And yet
I find solace
In the potential cabin I build
That may be nothing.
