Misunderstood

Perhaps the pressure isnt coming from the outside forces

perhaps this seething volcano is a crater started from within

a dissatisfaction with this everyday normality

a void or absence of placement.


Perhaps we blame and point fingers at the ones we love

or who love us

the fear of disappointment of being let down

there is no gently when it comes to swift blows and breaking chains
.

The steam that rises from energy building deep

within the earths crust is from the heat of the core

not the feet that walk the surface.


Perhaps our insides are speaking to us in ways we never hear

the beating only sounds like a clock

with its ever present tick and tock.

Checking Luggage

There are some things she doesn't talk about
juxtaposition of yesterday's thoughts and today's persona

dropped eyes of half gazes and coaxing talks

persuading the inside girl to creep out a bit

her hands hold too tightly

something needing and missing inside that offers
a series of painful memories

persuading the inside girl to pack a carryon suitcase

hop a plane to some type of vacation from anxiety

A life of business suits and button ups

she sharpens nails to points to sever cords

to throw those pieces of baggage from

the airplanes that fly over her new home

she packs one at a time, folding troubles neatly away

to dispose of small parts of her insides that have rotted

carrying such vintage luggage is cumbersome

eventually the closets will all be clean

and there will be more space to breathe.