Who would dare to unveil
memories I cast into deepest corners of my mind?
Coiled up like tightly wound springs
hidden from prying eyes,
for fear of them bursting free.
I am a wild flowing river,
capable of flooding this great city of life-
I’d sooner drown silently in the swells of sorrow
than make islands of us all.
I keep a close watch on defending my rights,
hold a blind stare
through history I unwrite
in a fortress, I guard zealously
with violent pride, these wine-soaked days.
Sometimes I swipe the earth from beneath my feet
fall free, through thin air and
I dream of a soft pillow
that might catch me.
Though there’s no comfort inside of this fortress,
tears fall like rocks from my eyes,
the landslide of my pillow
fits the contours of my face, smothers me
seals me in my place like a sarcophagus.
How will you know my heart?
if not too tender to touch
pulsing the life through these veins
to stand guard, over all I love and all I cannot.