Deepest Well

I.

Pressed, stashed

Saved for another

Time, now and then

Feeling the feelings that

I don't want to be feeling

But was told I'd be feeling

Those feelings as long as

I live with these feelings

Buried, hidden

Stashed away

In the deepest well

So far in the shadows

Not even I can say.

II.

Unfinished business,

Hidden trauma,

Primal wounds,

Abused child memories

Visceral memories of

Abuse and missuse

No help from above

It's an A.C.E. in any case.

Some might say

III.

As soon as I

And I could say, "No"

Since,

shadows and darkness ago

Every word

And every gesture

Then made into an action

Possesses a consequence,

No?

Some night stay

IV.

The mother of abuse

Gave to it a response

Taken down from her shelf

Tools

Broom sticks,

Or a mop,

Wire hangers,

Pans or a pot

It's such a waste in any case.

Some night stay

In a deepest well

V.

Mother

Of rage,

A narcissist

In her mist

A lost child, who

Lost a child.

Grew up, or did she,

Raised herself

A stolen child

A lost child

Adopted and lost

She did that child

Nothing right day

Thrown into the

Deepest Well.

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