The Fear of Poetry

Your voice was my beacon

Through a time I couldn't speak in

I closed my eyes because all I could do

Was reach through my darkness for you

I found reprieve and I found sleep

...beside you, in me, on you, wildly

I found that you got me -

- or at least you tried

While I put my face in my hands to hide

Unrelenting silence to cover hidden truth

Afraid of what my poetry would prove:

Your voice was my beacon

Through a time I couldn't speak in

And when I opened my eyes to know you

I found I had walked swiftly through.