Finding Me

No words

for darkest night

years of silence

layers of loss.

Buried,

all of it,

childhood thrown in

with last heaping scoop

of dirt.

Dreams, hopes,

prayers of redemption

wrapped in soft blanket

beneath the surface.

Fear

of no recovery

from cavernous depths of sorrow

and wordless agony.

Somehow you found me

years later

or maybe

even then

Your eyes

penetrated

my meticulous façade

and enveloped the soul

I’d all but

forsaken.

- Anonymous