Fissures Never Closing

To think there’s any justification for a country placing its mental health crisis at such a low priority is akin to wearing a black eye mask while sleeping in the dark. (photo by Nick Bostrom)

Fissures Never Closing
                                 by Odin Roark

Cracks at first
Spiderweb in nature
Little hurts
Unintended pain
Growing-up suffering

Emotional droughts impact
Times when no amount
Of heart’s moisture
Can irrigate the desiccation

When nothing is at risk
When seeding
Growth
Blooming
And harvest
Have never been experienced

Tempest stays dormant

Winds of passion sweep by
Effecting nothing
Moving dry and lifeless breath
Into vacuous memories
Associations unlived
Connections unmade

Rage rumbles unexpected
Molten anger broils within
Eruption threatens
Evaporative feelings escape
Disappear

All that’s left convulses
Its eye of the storm intensifies
The once spider web lessons
All but forgotten

Explosions sever the foundation
Blinding hot emotion ensues
Spasms of wretched anguish
Burst to the surface
Rendering all in its path
Buried

So goes that which is ignored
Where state and federal policy flounders
While concern for the have-alls
Maintains status quo
Remaining safely housed
In its bureaucratic bubble
Floating above so many fissures
That may never close