things I'll never tell you

so close

nearly single digits away

the dilemma of certainty binding me

tightly knit overtures begin a subtle advance

 

peeking over my shoulder

peeking through open wounds

a resplendent apparition glowing delicately

behind me

within me

the very scaffolding that long ago

gave soothing repair

 

I want you to know so many things

but it's late and the night seems content

to leave us both in an empty border town

somewhere between this very moment

and my very last breath

 

white moonrise glory

soaring out to sea with caustic brilliance

the heavens flooding into eternity

tonight devoured in rare form

by the things I'll never say to you

 

the absolute legitimacy of these hidden things

now no more than savage, white knuckled fists

banging on empty tables

as lips sealed and bursting

through barbed wire stitches

so eager to shout into a thunderous rainstorm

all the things I'll never tell you

 

a tender, trembling beast visits tonight

carefully wounding me

not enough to kill me

just enough to let me know

I'm more alive right now then I've been for a while

and I'm still not saying a word

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

We are each like King's Cross in the Harry Potter series. At once, we are clearly visible; but at the same time, there is that hidden part of us, like Platform 9 3/4, concealed in plain view. Only a select few are ever granted entrance; but even then, we can never be truly, 100% known. We are like flowers blooming for the world, but our roots run deep, hidden away from view. Only when we are yanked out of the ground of this life, will our roots be revealed.

I actually love this poem. The image expresses repressed angst and the words affirm it.

Well penned.

[Dionysian Gnostic]

Thank you for stopping by to read it. I'm genuinely happy to share it with you so I'm glad you enjoyed it. Writing it was an attempt to openly examine my feelings despite the discomfort.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have things i wish i would have said to someone long ago...just things that would let her know how much she meant to me...
but the chances to do that passed...and the timing was off...but she made me feel alive and the time with her that i remember always gives me a kick-start.

thanks for this piece...reminders, smiles...and a little regret.