You pretend there isn’t a storm
Nothing to protect you from the rain and hail
You walk barefoot in the alley
Glass hidden in the cracks of the pavement
Penetrating the soles of your feet
You never complained
You took on the ocean
You never swam in anything deeper than 5ft
Yet you rode waves
shaping your own reality
Living freely
You never feared a thing
You said it never existed
It was all an illusion
I found your diary
Your fears were hidden in thin pages
Wrinkles on each
Written in cursive
Numbered
I was number one