The Bleeding

A poem on relentless finding.

I leave the power

for the day,

The fear for night.

Because these thoughts

Are too terrifying

For daylight.

The softest,

Part of me

Comes from knowing

Few people

Will even see

This poetry.

Because to write

In the broad

Daylight.

Is to know

My terror,

My internal fight.

My way to process

Is to bleed

On the public page.

So that I can find

My way back

To the person I’ve always been.