Hole
There is a hole…
It’s always there, right inside.
Sometimes I forget it’s there and relax. When I least expect it, my attention finds it again.
Dwelling on it, I am obsessed.
My heart wants it gone, but my fear guards its lair with jealousy.
No matter how many times I dump that hole,
That hole is always there…
jkf
6/28/11
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