XLIII

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There are things in me I can’t find words to express.

There are things in me I couldn’t let out even if I wanted to.

That if I did, would start a torrent of inner worlds and ceaseless sifting

Through what is true and what is real and what is not and who am I and why.

There are things in me I cannot face

And yet they’re in me – I face them every day

They come every where I go.

There are things in me I couldn’t let you in on if I tried

Because they’re not mine

I know not of them

And yet they’re in me – I know them every day

Unfulfilled unmediated unheard of unappreciated undone under my skin

There are things in me

Teach me how to let me in.