HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT
I lay battered down
By storms as heavy as the woolen blankets
That draped me and my siblings in those december months of early childhood
The comfort we found in each other seems as foreign now as those memories
My eyes stay vary as smiles adore our grown up faces
I listen and I speak but I don't say anything
Until I do, and I realise all over again why I didn't.
I weave through polite greetings amidst sly suggestions and disguised insults,
Hugging my body tight and hiding in plain sight,
afraid of being seen by those who have known me forever.