Hiding

I push away their efforts.
I pull at their strings, I unravel their patience.

I leave to seek shelter from the weather of emotion.
I ignore to prove- I have none.

I refuse and avoid the exposure.

And then there is hiding.
Hiding in my bed, under the covers
and over the hurt.
Hugging the feelings, leaking between my thoughts.
Reaching for what's behind it all "hiding"

I long for the day
when I am pushing out the dark,
pulling in the light,
leaving out the silence
refusing the isolation,
and hiding,
hiding from the lies that the pain had me believe...