Taking on Denial

I counted two and now there are three.  This one is prized in a special way.  Maybe I keep the darkness to blanket him in the night.  I am here to say "Hello, you are a really nice guy."  You have stayed in the wings and now the wings on your back are apparent.  There is a past, present, and future.  We will pull out the shovel to dig for the future.  Maybe you have ideas of your own that only exist in your heart at this time.  I move in, and then I move away.  You are more than just a muse, but mighty in that regard you are.  I wait for the right time to ask a simple question.  This is important and now you can be proud of where you are really from, and where your journey has taken you.  Maybe the walls are now white, but I still see the writing from your land beneath.  I have stayed quiet about my military service in your space.  I know that either you or I will be labeled a head case.  I would rather whisper in your ear in the night.  I might make the journey today, but I must swim the river of others denial first.  I know how to be polite, but I know a shameful jab when I hear one.  I feel you speak and say, "Don't say a thing if you do not want to."  I wish it was that easy.  I will try to keep it short.  These are not calls I want you to take.  Be well and I will see you as soon as the kittens on my COVID mask purr for me to move out the door.