by Jason Tomlinson
If I leave my windows open will you see me then?
I haven’t been outside in ages and I’m feeling locked up within
these walls that double as prison bars
bound by woundedness calloused in scars
caught between the tension of reaching out and isolating
painted into the corner with no offensive penetrating
into the toxic defense that I myself have made
unable to shake any of it I am so afraid
please see through this act please see me
my windows are wide open please come and see
that my loneliness is breaking me to pieces
I am not sufficient to see that it ceases
Dang, man. That’s beautiful.
Oh my goodness! This means the world. Thank you, sister.