“No” is a piece
of me
sheltered behind
my shrine of
you.
Like a rabbit
hidden
in the desert shrub,
tiny ears
pricked up
to catch any sound of
your retreat.
“Yes” is my
plastered-on
smile.
My lifeless phone
in my hand,
awaiting your
attention.
My life on hold–an umbrella
shut up tight.
Straining ears in the
pouring rain,
to catch a whisper
of permission
to open up.
“Maybe” is you.
Maybe is my
life with you.
And, like maybe,
maybe not.
About the Creator
Nichole M. Willden
Nichole M. Willden is a poet, writer, and author of The Guild series. A survivor of indoctrination and abuse, Nichole has spent decades writing fiction that sizzles with themes of enslavement, hope, and resilience.
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