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