Monday, May 26, 2025

never to be seen

i am writing.
more and more.
the parts of me 
i put to sleep years ago
for survival 
are slowly waiting up.

they are aching 
and angry
and bitter 
and so happy. 

so they poke me me
pen-swords at the ready
dare me to turn their rantings-
wordless, musical,
primal scream-dances
into a poem.

so i write. 
and i publish.
but some, i keep hidden away
for fear they will further separate me
from that which i desire 
and deserve.

and they stay there ...

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