A Song I Cannot Sing

I have a song I cannot sing,
So lyrics, melody and note
were boxed up tight – and I
closed the door upon my throat.

With the box stowed deep
turmoil brews darkly ‘neath my skin.
Truth and ego are wrestling
in a vicious battle for the win.

For this is a song I cannot sing
and a story I cannot tell.
It is the sickness of vulnerability
that brings such deep repel.

Let me show you
how tender wounds heal.
Not with human skin, I say!
But with stone – and steel.

A hollow statue of wounds;
a story echoing deep inside.
A throat coldly sealed shut
with the brutal ink of pride.

There is a box somewhere,
A lock with a crushing sting.
For this, my wholeness rests unknown
because I have a song I cannot sing.

Karen Kaye, May 2013


About Epiphany

epiphanies on life and spiritual living as I chase wisdom - one insight at a time.

Posted on August 22, 2013, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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