the hurt is in an envelope
the envelope is in a folder
the folder is in a file cabinet
the cabinet is inside a room
the room is locked
the key is in a box
on a shelf in an attic
in a building
on a street
where I lived years ago.
sometimes I spend
time with the hurt
quite unintentionally.
quite unexpectedly
the hurt released
from confinement is
set free to buzz inside
my mind like a bothersome bee.
not a social visit
the sting of the hurt
is sustained
by my unwillingness
to forgive myself
for the act that caused the hurt
that lives in an envelope
in a folder. . . . .
May 11, 2017 Kailasa type font
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