secluded.
there's a breeze that passes, grazing my skin
in the off chance i show my face outside
the more you blink, the more you miss
feels as though my blinks have kept my eyes closed
a lot longer than they needed to
when you've grown but feel smaller in stature
age weighing more in your face
lack of time weighing more on your grace
there's healing to be done
there's peace to be had
but the tree in my front yard
always blocks the sun
as if it doesn't rise as high as it once did
and me, secluded
i refuse to move
when you become swallowed
by what's supposedly your safe haven
where else can you go?
- DD3
