12. Reeling (Myshkin, 2020) · free verse

This poem Is too much to write. I can’t. So I’ll just leave For a while Hide deep inside, Following well-worn tracks. I once wanted, needed Maybe still do To keep away the pain, My guilt and shame, The ugly crying, The having to ask to be held. Something happened yesterday And I’m not telling what I’m hiding from prying eyes and ears And from loving ones too Because I don’t Believe in love Anymore. Not today. Not with this tender heart. Can I install a new one? A broken heart is glorious, Kintsugi can mend it with gold, But only in hindsight.