The Background

I’m a silhouette.
A suggestion; hint of what could be.
Battle of light and darkness.
A confusion.
Visible and invisible.
Hollowness that sops up everything. 


I hide behind the cozy curtains of their voices.
Every once in a while
The silent wind comes to ruffle them up –
Stripping me.
I grab on to the helms ,
Of the noisy curtains
Desperately – holding on to dear life.
To prevent from spilling it all out there,
In the open.