Groping the Ocean’s Depths

The things I’ve been through Written about, which hold the Story line of my past. And I hope that the reader Can learn and laugh along with me. Feel my frustrations Realize the fullness of the path I’ve walked. And walk it again with me. Been inspired by my passion Witness the limitless world I write about upon these Not-so-secret pages. And then there are the thoughts- that you just can’t have written down anywhere. Because- nothing’s safe. Except in you head, where they were berthed and must remain. Like an overprotective mother, smothering a child out of fear something bad may happen to them. But sometimes you just have to write it down…because when I tell my brain “no, you can’t let this memory/thought be seen, they won’t understand,” it automatically decides to tie an anchor to it and send it off to the deepest part of the ocean, perhaps never to see light again.It’s safer there. “Suppressed memories,” psychologists say Silly brain. I turn the page And begin writing. Already, the memory I decided was to be kept secret Has slipped my consciousness. I grab at the water’s depths Desperately groping Until I’m able to just barely Catch the end of the rope And pull it back to safety.