hiding from talk

It was as if somehow in that one moment I was
utterly enchanted and at peace with the extent of my darkness
hiding from faces
hiding from talk
hiding in places
no one dared walk.

There's this line between being trapped within a daily routine
and doing something daring and slightly life threatening
that reminded me
for a moment
 I wanted to be
 alive.

And that moment, that line
that place I walked
reminded me
that I ought not give up

it was

the fear of losing my life
that gave me my life.

Is that so wrong to say now looking back?

Charity