Behind the Books
The tv glows and buzzes
I know what it means
I know ignoring it
Will just make it louder
But now is not the time
I can’t bask in the glow
It has to stay hidden
Behind books it must go
It casts a dark shadow
The buzz grows louder
But I can’t face it yet
Not until I know
The glow used to be even brighter
It used to bring me joy
But force out of the closet
Put on full display
The glow grew dimmer
Afraid of what would be said
So along with my heart
The tv was buried
Behind the books
The games the movies
Behind everything else
The tv still glows
Just because it’s hidden
Doesn’t mean I don’t look
The glow shines brightly
In its hidden nook.
For those who helped
For those who know
For those I trusted
Ones I hold even dearer
My day will come
I’ll get to tear down
All that hides
That tv’s glow
By Calair Royce Clarke (my chosen name)
I had this thought this morning, but it clearly changed from my first thought. I wanted to make my feelings known, but I didn’t know what to say. I know it doesn’t rhyme, I don’t care.
