Pickled Parked Prayers
A Poem About Hiding Away
When the land gets too crowded
Too loud, leaving me dumbfounded
Don’t come looking
Forget I exist
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Leave me ten minutes of any day (please)
To lock myself away
Just toss my image out
So that I can whisperingly shout
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Just sit in the parked car
Even if it’s not at all far
Right outside the front door
It’s where I’ll be for sure
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Lights off, music on
Hiding in plain sight
Where I can breathe
A place where I’m not needed
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A moment to sigh
A second to close my eyes
And not need to be anything
Or anyone
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Not far, but for a moment, not anywhere at all
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Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry. Poetry is something I’ve always connected with, and saw as my best outlet. If you’ve enjoyed this poem, feel free to leave a heart, maybe a tip, and perhaps even check out another poem of mine below.
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Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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