Boxed up my trauma, needed to contain it
Placed it in storage in the back of my head
My access is blocked
but it works as a liquid- dull
suffer leaking like a virus
Too small to see, just not to feel
the cloud consuming my chest
But it had to come from somewhere,
I don’t know what to do.
If I surrender to the pain
will I be glued to the floor?
How long before the tackiness dries?
Could I break from paralysis
while I wade through the concrete-
to reach the storage-
the box marked: Do Not Open-
but the container, where it lives-
it must know it’s here, so I ask…
What’s inside the box?