safe –
you think –
behind your wall of – why,
hiding from no one –
but – yourself…
is it the light you flee?
afraid to – see?
or rather,
to be seen?
so easily you cling to presume,
as if it were your shield,
completely – unaware –
the truth you fear
merely shackles you with regret –
blinds you from seeing,
it is that which ultimately,
sets you free.
standing too close to the edge 