Tangled


Tangled

I twist and turn my head away

you must not see my pain

this tangled thing

I call my soul

each day I lay it bare

in hopes that while I contemplate

the tangles there within

that I might somehow find a way

to make it whole again

interweaving lines of things

felt, known, and sometimes shown.

Then, today, my big surprise

I was looking so hard

that I missed your calm regard

as you gently

laid your hand upon my shoulder

and begged me let them go

let the lines tangle

fixing is not needed

for this is what a soul looks like

when it is learning

about life, pain, and struggle

you ran your fingers through my hair

you had seen me all along

And so I gave a sigh

for I know

you are the brightest tangle

I shall ever know.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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