A soft, friendly beam of light

trickles

into the void,

illuminating everything I’ve kept

hidden away,

out of sight,

in the dark.

Quietly peeking around the curtain

that shrouds the deep pits of my

insecurities;

Carefully peering into the shell

that keeps my heart guarded.

A supportive arm outstretched,

yearning,

yearning,

yearning for understanding.

But understanding why

I protect myself by

wearing a confident smile;

while underneath

I am so terrified,

scared out of my mind,

to step away from where I’m satisfied,

where I’m comfortable,

and to face the world;

it’s a difficult thing.

But this person,

this arm,

this warm heart

is still yearning,

yearning,

yearning for understanding.

 

But I’m still afraid;

I close the curtain.