The basement

July 04, 2019  •  Leave a Comment

Dark lodge
In my shadow

there is a basement

so dark

so terrifying

claustrophobic enclosure, growing, constricting

 

no light penetrates that basement

that does not start from within

from the center of my being

a dim spark to camp fire

begins to warm and dry

tears sweated from its foundation

 

how could I embrace you

dark basement

shall I use my ears

will my heart be of use

what about my feelings

are these the tools of remodel?

 

a new coat of paint will not do

it is time to brick and mortar

solidify those chinks,

better yet: tear them down completely!

Tomb becomes room, 

and room into house.

 

Spelunking there

can I expect others to meet too?

Do you see?

I see me

I would like to meet you there,

to share our basement stories, 

someday, in life's attic.

Little bangIn the atticLittle bang

 


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