The poison waits
Content to rest
Behind many layered
defence
Of rational thought
and
Logics guard
Submerged
Behind the soul
It has no haste,
having learnt
The value
Of venoms slow release
It lies and listens
To spoken works
Assuring all and
sundry
“I’ve worked it out”
“I’ve seen the light”
I’ve had therapy
I have the remedy
I’ve got it all worked
out
I’m healed
Till I’m not
It’s not so much the
spoken word
Repeating down through
time
It’s the words unsaid,
That ricochet into me
Then poison yawns
And toxic contagion
Leisurely uncoils
Seeping under defences
Strangling rational
thought
Frozen in helixes of
history
The past spirals
around me
Embracing and crushing
Suffocating
Reducing
Breathe
The present not the
past
Recoil into the
current
Embrace this moment
The poison’s past
You send an inspiring message, sometimes the past has a strong hold on us.
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