I flip my hair forward and breathe in the musky roots
-like a forest I hide there and follow the rootline.
Under dark mossy earth I escape into night shadows
of my deep brown and settle safely.
Harboring like a refuge-there where
I could be ten or twenty.
Behind the shutters of my face, peering out unaffected.
Safe and swimming along the shore of safe house I peer out
at the ocean bounce. Framed by expectation, away from the
shadows of worry. No one can find me here- safe
in my corner away from the ocean of pain.
No one can touch me here except my dreams
as they turn the corner and dissolve back from where they came
into the night shadows-dreams never done
that I dreamed years ago.
They repeat and roll back
like waves in the ocean never subsiding
and I like a shell covered in fragile seaglass.