I am Present to Opening
Eleven years ago my brain was silenced and all my words disappeared. For a decade, a part of me had stayed locked inside, silent and unsure of ever seeing sunlight again. A little over six months ago, my words returned, let out of their cage. However, sometimes the opening is a cursed gift - for all that has been caged is suddenly set free.
The opening
black ink the flowing blood
giving life to a cursed gift
a soul pouring out in words
lamenting in the unresolved
that which has been buried
resuscitated from the touch of pen to paper
twisting with ferocious vigor
the captor becoming captured
by the unresolved now free
pillaging the mind never to return
now that it has been granted
the opening