We dance in circles Careful not to touch
The burning bush of truth.
Every now and then
A spark may pop and burn the skin
Still we hide our dark deep truths within.
Casual moments create a flare
When a scathing memory
Breaks loose another battle
In our long warfare.
It’s a war that we never seem to win
Our silent truce now wearing thin.
I wish sometimes we could just forget
But we’d lose the good
In our quest to slay the bad events.
How long can we go
Avoiding the cracks in our foundation.
One day more
And pain may be our only sensation.
25 June 2009