The Beginning

The issue is you tried to figure me out. Trying to pull me out of this dark place I was in and still remain. But the hole was too deep & your hand was too short. I didn’t want the help. Though I needed it. Finally, I climbed out, peeping out of the hole just as the groundhog does once the shadow is cast. What you then saw, you hadn’t expected. A forced smile with eyes that told another story that you knew my lips would never whisper, even in bed. But you stayed and for the first time, I felt understood, although the silence in the room had yet to be broken, you knew. We spoke only through our eyes. Hearts barred and at the climax of vulnerability we walked away, content with the moments past.

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