The Secret Box

[Rahsash Geldich]

I should be able

After long expirence

To fix this-

Mend the broken

Shattered bones

That structure all

 

For I am the secret box

Made to need

To drain the poisons

From wounds

That they might

Heal

By locking away

The venom of injustice

 

Skilled hands

Reach in, pulling

Fiberous threads

Spinning the pain

Into golden comfort

A web of relief:

Sleep, my child

All is well

 

But this time-

I can't

My hands clumsy

Gnarled closed

With thick knuckles-

Calloused palms-

Spreading these tears

I wish to wash off

 

Ripping fears away

Before the seed has flourished

Leaves roots-

Deep, sinuous

They still claw at the mind

To blossom again

Because of my

Mangled attempts

[Ayshela]

i really don't want to let this slide away without any comment at all -

and yet i find myself sitting here with an astonished look at seeing my thoughts and feelings in someone else's words -

and i have nothing really to say.

i thought i was the only one who thought that, who felt that.. and while, in a way, i'm sorry that i'm not.. it is nice to see someone else put words to it.

[Rahsash Geldich]

The Secret Box is one of those metaphors I use a lot, I'm glad that it's felt. Thanks for posting!