Some places in your mind

you cannot allow yourself to travel.
Some doors

you dare not even crack.

Some stones

you never want to turn over.

Some memories

you put down without ever looking back.

And yet their shadows loom ever

with the desire to be faced

to be confronted and acknowledged.

Like magnetic forcefields

you play a tug of war with all your life,

sometimes too weak to hold your own,

sometimes dropping the rope,

sometimes surrendering,

being dragged towards the middle,

heel grinding over over a muddy pit of accumulation

so unresolved,

it threatens to consume all.

-ZG