World Poetry Day

I weave my secrets into your fine threads,
covering them beyond detection.
Allowing me the freedom of expression
without the vulnerability of exposure,
in endless streams.
 
You accompany my walks in solitude,
offering refuge from the encounters
I would never seek to face.
When human consolation turns its back,
you will remain.
 
I fill you up with my uncertainty
and my selfish need.
Insecurity may touch you,
but would never find a place
within your walls.
 
I am beyond the point of gratitude
I have not words enough
to do you justice
to truly express the value,
that I place upon you, in my life.

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