Flinch

To hold the hand flat on a searing surface Would be unthinkable Unbearable Psychical pain Physical pain Are equal They both light up the same area of the brain To hold a thought, a memory, of great pain unflinchingly Is as meaningful as taking a knife to our own jugular Yet we do it Constantly […]

What we leave unsaid

It’s the ghosts of words unspoken Like shadows in the corner They crawl out further As each hour passes And I dwell in that Place The things I should have said Instead I let them pass With heavy thoughts And a sigh I didn’t know what words to use And the time to use them […]