Hidden in Stillness

Now our conversations feel hollow, like bones in a closet, 
Empty echoes where words once lived.
Nothing to say, and truthfully, I don't want to speak. 
You haven't asked, and I know I'll keep quiet anyway. 
I'm breathing easier now that you know, 
No more shadows hiding whats mine.

For so long, I've kept myself hidden.
I've tucked pieces of my heart away,
Like fragile glass too afraid to shatter. 
Men, they've left cracks, just like women have-
It's not that you're all the same, but my chest remains locked.
It's hard to sit in this stillness, waiting for God to join me,
Fearing that even He might leave me with empty hands. 

But I've felt Him beside me, year after year,
Not rushing me, just holding me gently
Always providing, always staying.
Romance feels like a door half-closed, 
Its hinges creaking open in small, unsure steps.
But those steps
I know they could slip back, 
Back into the darkness where I've stood so long. 

Gwen.C