Don't speak of me, the way that you do.
Hiss my name through your teeth,
do what you will, I bequeathed
The grains, the grains of sand.
Hidden, hidden beneath earths grand,
glorious, terrifying innards.
Where the seeds are seeded
and the roots are weeded.
Deep, deep down below, to the magma,
to the core, we go!
I told you, and I told you once before.
This, the only adventure, I'll never know.
How mystifying, the world I didn't explore.
How weak I was, I couldn't let go.
Just go! Wherever I'd like to go.
To a world, a world unknown.
Buried inside, hidden deep down to my core.
It lies in wake, waiting, for that one special day.
Release these demons, release this pain.
How can it be, that I'm living in vain?
My life summed up in words
and jumbled letters on a page.
My life has been nothing,
but ink and torn paper.
© 2013 Christina Jackson