Maybe you need to read this
line by line, word by word,
strewn between carefully crafted punctuation marks,
in partial poetry, prose.
Maybe you need to feel this
line by line, word by word
captured feelings tracing patterns of my heart,
tracing them for you to read.
(And the fear of being judged?
I lay it bare for you to see:
You become my mirror and set me free)

Copyright Hiraeth 2015