it is hard to let the pain of others in
when you refuse to face your own
the other has no right to her search
when your own trajectory has been erased
by the passing of time
and mixing of blood
what you would have
could have
should have been
gone
feelings are like bombs
they seek only to destroy
snuck into your home
like the gun in the pocket
of a party guest
it is only there for protection
from what?
from whom?
from all the enemies you can imagine
in your dreams that seek to awaken you
you were taught you are the center
yet you find yourself on the margins
like all the others with feelings
that you cannot let in
Kira Young ©2013