Sometimes, I think words come in the most beautiful moments. In times when my heart races or when tears are ready to stream down my cheeks. These are times I wish to utter my thoughts but can’t bear the fearful revelation. Moments in time when I feel scared or wish not to draw more attention to myself. I realized years ago, I don’t like to let people see me cry. It has happened, and most of the time it feels good someone has seen, but often I wish not. I don’t want anyone to see the tears roll down or the hurtful words I express about how I may feel. I’d rather cry in silence than give one the privilege of having seen me vulnerable, broken, lost, confused. I would rather lock myself away, than later understand I have let others see my heart. Mostly because I’m sure my heart is not always completely truthful.
Rather raw and exposed to light it does not know how to handle.