Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Beneath the Folds

Beneath the folds within the brains
Of some of us exist remains
Of early traumas, tucked away
And if we’re lucky, there they’ll stay.

Yet if we aren’t, they’ll sneak through
And possibly provide a clue
To why some triggers make us snap
As if we’ve stumbled on a trap.

That knowledge, though, won’t be enough
To call that bottled genie’s bluff
For once he’s gone, it’s time to deal
With what his breakout does reveal.

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Hilda Greenhough February 25, 2024 at 9:21 PM A different poem that says many things. Perhaps therapy can be a trap because it tells things we don't want to know. I think a lot relies on the genie. I liked this poem. I'll think about it for a long time.

Karen Jones February 25, 2024 at 1:58 PM What a deep poem with a melodic rhyme to contrast! Well done!