whose eyes saw you?

in mid-sigh,
there is a glimpse of darkness that shines
through the strands of my thoughts,
splashes of the world i lock away
in the canvas that is my mind.

i hold the weight of broken shadows
in the curve of my neck,
hiding away the scars
as i learn to heal an undying pain
that resides in my soul.

i have mastered the ability
to stack myself into loose furniture
and become the background,
because i know
lying deep down,
it is worth the wait, to one day
step out alive and
appreciate being at the center
of it all, again.