The last day of the month of new beginnings.
How goes it in your world? Did you evoke change? Did you come to terms with what you are and are not?
Big questions. I blame the sinus meds.
Enjoy a little verse, carry it with you today as you head into the next month of possibility.
Bricks and Stitches
The cocoon of pleasantries
A trap of sorts,
to keep at bay the dark undercurrent of
what this heart aches to shout.
I lay, brick by brick,
this wall…this shelter
to keep the storm inside.
Pin the chaos down,
safely tuck it away,
guard what is true, in its own alluring ugliness.
I’ll bluff the hell out of this hand
of clubs and hearts,
and keep it close to my chest.
Though it flutters against my throat,
a tickle of cough, a threat of reveal.
The magician’s trick
exposed and flooding secrets over the sharp edges,
like an infected wound held too long with faulty stitches.
and more disease simmering.
I try to hold it all inside,
by bricks or stitches, magic and pins
keeping it to myself,
so only my heart suffers the weight.
One thought on “VerseDay 1-31-19”
Very moving! I feel the same sometimes !