Art of Keeping

Unveil me

And call this moment truth

Or what you will

I have been so many things
A voice that softened itself
A silence that learned to endure
A hand that held
more than it was meant to carry

I have been a bird
Singing in red
A wound that would not close

I gathered myself inward
Folded light into smaller shapes
Asked what hurt
to become less visible

But it remained

Not louder just closer

So I stopped asking it

To disappear

I let it stand as it is

Unhidden
Unresolved
And still reaching

Learning

The careful art of keeping