Some places in your mind
you cannot allow yourself to travel.
you dare not even crack.
you never want to turn over.
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,
being dragged towards the middle,
heel grinding over over a muddy pit of accumulation
it threatens to consume all.