How Far is Far?
There’s no really reliable
measure, no dependable
gauge, for discovering
the buried past.
It’s buried for a reason,
maybe a lot of reasons.
It’s way down there in the deep,
somewhere between sadness
and survival,
and the trek is an arduous one.
Once the outer layer of
the onion is removed,
one might as well keep at it
with the machete,
even if it is going to get worse
before it gets better.
It isn’t all that graceful,
but it lends itself to poetry,
so hold on to your hats.
(last line courtesy of Marie Elena Good)
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