Naked thoughts upon a summer breeze.

by blossom666

One day I will wake up and I will have forgotten.
I will have forgotten to hold back my thoughts and they slip from my lips with natural ease.
I will have forgotten about the wall I placed around myself, brick by brick, and I will walk straight through it unharmed.
One day my thoughts will become words and I will not notice as they tumble onto the breeze.
One day I will forget and the last mask will fall again and I will be bare.

Karen Hayward ©2016.