Hear of the whistling leaves calm me

   Crawling to hide self.
No one should see nor feel my
sorrow yet so many do. So
many offer help and comfort.
Still a glimpse of holding
who I am, deep inside.

   Cravings of no more
bitterness. Oh how the soul
lies to the mind as the heart
leads on pulleys. How do I
turn around the fake?

   Careful as the cynical laugh
vibrates. Careful of the words
spoken. Hold inside until the
screaming I can no longer take,
contain.

   Exit the sayings, whispers
that beg for a story. Just one
statement that quivers deep
inside spirit.

   Careful, carefree heart kills.
Alerting mind, conscience of
distracting moments. Training
soul to walk into nature. Hold fast,
tight the aroma of the cool,
woodsy sky.

   Distance soul from
heart. Hear of whistling
leaves as it calms. Breathe -
slowly intake. Exit the warmth
into the twinkling starlit night.

  Oh how welcoming are
the thoughts now.

  Careful, step into a new
skin. No more lies. No more
hurtful desires.

       A smile that opens.
             A soft pillow of snow
                    erases the torture given.

      Just love me.
          Brothers and sisters.