Hidden Behind A Silent Mist

Entombed beneath notes being played as a dirge. Counting beats as they are interpreted in lyrics. Falling to my knees, capturing feelings with rhythms touching and grasping my soul. Seeking truths as I reach out beyond the grave of my being, placing trust in someone I've never seen, yet holding closely to my heart, afraid when He's not here. Staying within a myriad of dreams, standing above myself, knowing that I'm already disappearing from my life. Justifying who I am through a prolific amount of writing. Showing myself in poetical verses, capturing my essence for moments at a time and allowing others to fancy themselves knowing who I am. Yet, hidden always behind a silent mist, I keep surrounding myself with, using it for protection from others, so I can't be hurt again from without. Slipping away, content to be who I have become in the words of a poet who was once my own self.