Sometimes
to talk to you is like entering a
temple
where only holy words are
spoken
and truth
is a
confession
to
a force capable of all
sometimes
to let you read my eyes
is as standing naked
in front of a crowd
of
uncertainties and fears
to break them all for once
sometimes
i hide inside an abyss
behind a mask
so nothing touches
me
nothing hurts
me
where nothing is
felt
and pain
is not a menace
still
sometimes
i challenge myself
and dare to look at
you
with all
my wantings
tell you
about those days on which i miss you
the times
when i think of you
those
instants when i wished you were so close
shelter
on your shoulder
fall
asleep in your arms
awake
close to the air you breathe
that is also my
truth
then
the memory of an indomitable horse
assaults me
i pick up my cap
cover myself
so
that you can’t look inside me
i struggle
so you don’t cross the bridge of my eyes
through the bottom of my thoughts
to later turn around
galloping
towards god knows where
but yet so far away
it is time
to erase my questions
ignore the answers
evade the truth
travel through the imprecision of hours
sit there and there remain
staring at life
watching how it escapes through my fingers
without a single attempt to grab it
to let go so it doesn’t leave
to stay in silence so it can listen
to hide so it can see me
and wait for the day
when the bridge is crossed
meanwhile
I flow
and float
resign
to be who i am
inside the
depths of me
on
the surface of you
©Sometimes
Kaa
(Karen A. Joglar)
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