The Root of It All
"Write me a poem", she once said from her chair
And tell the dark secret that lies under there
Dig it up from the deepest and blackest of holes
Tell in poetry what you’ve not told to a soul
Write your way through the layers of cover you’ve used
To conceal the real issue that lies at the root
Of the vines and the thorns that grow out of your heart
Tell me, what do you keep so far down in the dark
For you never can heal if things stay as they are
Using bandaids and makeup to cover the scar
Yes, you’ll always be stuck in this state that you’re in
If you won’t write it out and let healing begin
…Jeff Bresee
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