This knife cuts through the thickness of silence
but trepidation closed the door after the lesson in forgiveness
I fear the hurt that faded into the past
a memory of a friendship that was not mine
a love I wish I'd never experienced.
How did I get to confused and know clearer than ever?
I see the plan of the finger that drew in the dust.
Why did I mix up what I wanted to say?
maybe the hurt wasn't invisible as I was told
In a way I found who I really am
In a way I'm lost for words
cause the door is closed
cause trust was put in the closet
with what was torn