Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’m standing on top of a hill in my
mind. I see as far as I let myself. So, not too far.
We hide secrets we aren’t ready to see. They show up in
our subtle blinks or reflexes. Knee jerk reactions to something
someone said. Code words or sounds that emanate an energy.
Triggers that unravel parts of ourselves that have yet to
taste the sun. And when these doors open, a new
chapter to write. New eyes to see from.
Heights I have yet climb.
Photo by Elti Meshau