I am
Utterly
Petrified
To open the graves
Of my past hidden in
The deepest part of my being.
For I
Am
Petrified
Once they are out
I won’t be able to rebury
Them before they consume me.
I am
Utterly
Petrified
To release the words
Of which have become rusted
Barbed wire imbedded in my throat.
For I
Am
Petrified
During their release
I will find those words have
Sewn themselves into my tattered soul.
I am
Utterly
Sure
I will not survive
The verbal barbed wire
Demolishing me on its way to freedom.
-ARI
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
I am
Utterly
Petrified
To open the graves
Of my past hidden in
The deepest part of my being.
For I
Am
Petrified
Once they are out
I won’t be able to rebury
Them before they consume me.
I am
Utterly
Petrified
To release the words
Of which have become rusted
Barbed wire imbedded in my throat.
For I
Am
Petrified
During their release
I will find those words have
Sewn themselves into my tattered soul.
I am
Utterly
Sure
I will not survive
The verbal barbed wire
Demolishing me on its way to freedom.
-ARI
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