Hidden

By Ashmit

We have been hiding

From everyone.

Certainly from ourselves. The realisation hits sooner or later. Forces works against you.

You dream of words, winds, laughs, kisses and fire. You find death, wounds, dead ends, sacrifices and

suffocating rooms. Buried deep inside, a dead part of you, expressing feels too outrageous.

Hiding the part of you that keeps you alive so that you manage not to die, is that fair?

Existence without that unacceptable part of your soul is merely a dead corpse into the wild.

Is that the right way to live?

Leaving feels better than hiding. You are brave in my eyes, if you are capable of doing it.

By Ashmit