Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Some Things

Some things
are so personally vexing
that they need to be written,
to be vented,
over and over.
The meaning parsed,
trying to find the positive
inside the negative mess,
that is weighing so heavily
In my heart.

Some things
are too personal
to publish,
Too personal to tell a friend.
So hurtful
that they feel like they will burn a hole
in my heart

Some things
cause a grief
that feels like it will never heal.
No matter how much
I purge
and try to move on.
A grief that will always be there
waiting for a word or thought
to trigger a memory.

Some things,
feel like they are too much to bear,
because they are.