Unsheathe my Belief

     In a curl,
I hide here away from the world
wrapped up in a blanket
as an oyster to pearl.

    Turned to stone,
all alone, my tomb is exhumed
by the menacing masses
that have since filled my room.

   Cover over my face
   so that nobody sees
   the shame of disgrace
   that has belittled me.

    My daughter wraps both arms
around my tight shell
and I smile for a while
because she is my girl.

   Let me be...Transformed!
   Into something brand new
   Let me be...Transformed!
   From this makeshift cocoon.
   Let me...
   elude lifetimes
   of a living that’s bound
   to the grounds of this worthless worry I found.

   Safe and sound,
I retrieve
lost, relieved muffled air
From despair,
desperation, had sent me back there.

    Where I cover my chest,
    so that nobody sees
   the quickening pace
   of a heart that still bleeds.

   Do I dare share the moment
when my torment hits peak
No...
I cover my mouth
for my tongue cannot speak.
And my eye cry’s a dire tear of despair
Because what comes out next
I could never prepare...

   Within draped over curtains
concealed by a cape
I conceived many notions
an emotion...escaped!
Agape...
I’m left open...
for all to peruse
the obvious carcass
of a body abused.

So I used your amusement to reveal what I’d sealed
and uncovered thy self so that I could be healed.

Carey Milton