I want to apologize to all the poems I never wrote down because the rawness was too much to bring into existence
Some things are better left in the dark
Away from others to hear
Away from myself to see
Yet I know theses denied truths will find their way back to me
From the very depth of my unconscious
What I will do with them
I do not know
Deny them light again, prophase
But maybe—if I am strong enough by then
I will brith them into life
An take a breath of relief