UNFURL
words
in turmoil
churning
like a centrifuge
like a centrifuge
inside of me
agitating
flagellating
heart and mind
scared to death of what I
may say...
The pen has a way
of releasing our deepest
confessions
unfurling inhibitions
But the will has a way
to go back
to go back
and wipe all trace of our
most intimate thoughts
tucking them safely back
in
like the restless child
who doesn’t want to go to
sleep.
(c) Teresa / Divinia 2nd April 2013
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