May 27
Under the Blanket
There’s a blanket that knows every heavy exhale
sees the stares at the ceiling
feels the wetness of tears
and keeps the secrets she tries very hard to hide
She keeps it all in
swallowing it whole like it doesn’t hurt
She masks it with a smile
hoping they won’t see the pain
creeping inside
She wipes her tears
as if it could stop them from falling
She pushes them away
trying to run from their care and worry
She prays and rants
hoping God will take her away
from the misery
But all she gets is silence
and it was so loud in her chest.
