Hidden In a Word
in the beginning,
there was a cathedral
of silence so long,
I could discern blood
congealing,
my face had cracked
in a mirror of denial
and as the horror
of a putrid filth
unmasked in its entirety
I hid,in my castle of refusal
and it all lay in silent morning…
as pieces of self fell away,
splintering to pierce the dawn
with a roar of upheaval
from Africa’s shores,
a keen of mortality
shatters eardrums
continents away
a campaign continues
still,
I run away
into smaller and smaller
rolls of my ballpoint,
consumed in the ink
words flow unchecked as
veins bulge with effortless zeal
All blessing the written word,
as each cornerstone
reinforces my castle walls
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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