To the Depth of My Soul

"Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet." Kin Hubbard How many times must I feel the pain of your bludgeoned weapon? The hatchet you often throw at my back causing a hurt so deeply profound that it buries itself all the way to my heart wounding me to the depth of my soul. If you've forgotten where you left that blade, just look into my eyes and you'll find it in each tear I've cried. They've become rapids in a salty river. Follow them and you'll find its burial place. It's there, embedded in the frown I wear. The one you see when you laugh at me. The one your hand throws when I speak. My smiles disappeared long ago... when I became a target for your weapon. You know exactly where your hatchet lies. But you won't look me in the eye to retrieve it, will you? Coward, that's what you are. October 17, 2020 Quotable Poetry Contest Regina McIntosh~Sponsor