Dawning Creations

I put it all out there,
hazed and faded on the inside
but they can’t see it,
can’t see my pruned, gritty hands slipping,
can’t feel me losing my gritty grip of “reality”.

There’s clearly a mismatched reckoning,
a vast blanket covering their eyes.
I could manipulate my way through it,
have them believing my delusions to be true.
The sad truth is that I don’t want to.
I just don’t know what is truly happening, or not?

This is where you come in.

I let it all go,
let the indoor freak outside,
let her scream, and let her rise
from my dirty bones.
I’m all out and about,
pruned fingers prying at cracks in the sidewalk.

This is where you come in,
reminding me there was nothing to hide from.
A place can just be a place.
People can be people without a second face,
without plotting minds,
without a deeper plunge than puddle deep.

Do you remember the last time
you really trusted someone?