The Unspeakable
I can’t talk about it because it’s just too big. I can’t look at it head on because it will lay me down, too far down in the hole. I can’t rest from it because there is no justice, no way to make it ok. I can’t walk with it because it’s too heavy, I’ve had to learn to crawl. What to do with real nightmares? They’re not bound by the confines of sleep. What to do with the horrors you endure, the monsters that take up residence in your soul? I don’t have the answers and fleeting optimism is only that. I can’t talk about it and maybe I can’t live with it, only time will tell.
