Still images stagnant in the corners of the mind

Named denials, I keep them locked away

Pondering the outcome if I decided

To visit them


I walk between the raindrops

Afraid to get my skin wet

The sogginess will bring out fears

A saturated spirit with tears of yesteryear

Much too much to bear

I still carry that burden of gear

By keeping the demons dry

Flashes of grey, waiting for me

To bring into the light in life

Named denials

3:15 PM

Vera Jackson © 2013