Today the weight of who I could be bore down on me,
racing like a speeding semi, headlights on fire in the dark night,
the highway spinning madly beneath the tires.
I felt the full desperation of the person I keep
under wraps, tied up in the basement of my thoughts
for safe keeping.
There are too many scars on this heart of mine
and not enough undamaged tissue to balance it out.
Years ago something snapped and I’ve never really sat down
and taken the time to find the fissure. Instead, I painted
a layer of gloss over everything and put a vase of lilies
where the exposed wreckage used to be.
Today I woke up thinking -
it is no longer enough.
It is no longer.