Pandora’s Box
Once again we close the lid and hide it
Somewhere out of sight, this time
Vowing that it would be the last time
That we ever look back.
But just as our fingers leave the lid, we hear
A cacophony of voices screaming.
Do they come from within the box? Or are they
Reverberating within the very cells of our hearts?
We shut them out, hands clamped in desperation
Over our ears;
The screams resound within.
I scream a different tune
To drown out the pain – my daily anaesthetic
To erase the notes that you’ve etched onto
The manuscript of my soul; to ignore
The chaos within my heart.
It calls me – it draws me in;
This inexplicable magnetic force that pulls
Like a rubber-band. The further I run, the more
I am thrown backwards. It is my constant
Reminder of my humanity to cry
Every night after a day of plastic
Smiles.
These invisible chains I cannot break,
Trail behind me like arteries, feeding me;
Sustaining me with lifeblood
And poison. Somehow,
Some way or another, I must disconnect
And, like a domestic bird, fly away
To die in the wilderness.
Deep within this box, the tender lips
Have turned to ash; the melodious voice
Now the whisper of a fresh breeze;
And your poetry now an epitaph
Forever engraved
Upon the cold marble of my heart.