I don’t know how to speak to you,
not since childish innocence,
confronted with darkness within myself
All parts denied or long hidden away
Until a ripping open of Pandora’s box
where only one important ingredient remained hidden
as it did not escape
dear Soul where have you been?
where are you hiding in the muck?
a golden orb that flickers still
can you light the rest of my way home?
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013