The Blood & The Bones

Where do we keep the things we don’t talk about?

The things that eat away at us?

Do we shove them into junk drawers full of all the things you cannot find a place for?

Or inside the pocket of your coat, close to your heart?

Do you keep it tucked into corners, the darkest spaces in all the places we hope they cannot find?

Where do you keep the things that hurt you? The things you are scared to draw attention to for your heart could not bear another loss?

Where do you push the pain to? The misunderstanding? Where do you put the things you want to ask but dare not rock the boat? The memory of things you cannot brainwash yourself to forget? Where do you hide the worry, the fear, the things you need to know but you won’t push because you may push them away?

Where do you hide the things you long for but someone told you forever ago you didn’t deserve?

Where do you bury the things you know but cannot say for what if today is the day you say too much?

Where?

Where?

Please tell me so I can hide mine there too. For it sits on the stoop of my heart, on the cuff of my sleeve, on the tip of my tongue and I don’t want it anymore.

These things, they choke me and confuse me.

They make me doubt this, us, him, love, life, me.

Yes, me.

So, tell me where to bury them, hide them, shove them away forever. Tell me where you hide your weakest parts, the hurt, the doubt, the confusion, the things you pretend away.

Show me so I may dig a hole, bury it deep and leave mine there too. Show me so I can live in the eternal sunshine just like you.

LL