It's Raining Outside

Family Wounds Reveal

I open the book within my mind:
the place where all my stories lie
awake in the middle of night;
I unbox my history.

Frail and fearful,
a childlike wonder
wraps itself in a crawlspace under
rapid rhythms of heartbeats
taking flight.
You hideaway until there is nowhere to hide.

Quietly but adamant
searching for sunrises where
a direction can settle at home.
I fear for violence in a vehement world.

Frail but vivacious,
I step into a knight's mind
who teaches me about
my subconscious and how to ignite a lightbulb
with just two wires twisted together.

I shift in place.
I reroute my destination;
and suddenly with clear intention,
I am aware of my avoidance.
I am aware of my attachment.