Startling
It can be
breathtaking,
even alarming,
to listen to
one’s echoes,
consult one’s
memories.
It might even
be surprising
to recall
that which was forgotten,
admit that
it was suppressed.
It can be
staggering to say out loud,
those words
based in reality,
ones rooted
in blood and bone,
in heart and
mind.
And so one
writes, in order to discover
what one
does not know how to say.
It is
necessary to go to the center,
to the hot, steaming
core,
to get face
to face
with grief,
sorrow, love,
to ask
oneself,
what am I
not willing to reveal?
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