It’s like a cave:
large and unknown, with the potential
to hold a world of my own creation;
and yet it remains empty,
fear blocking the entrance of anything holy.
Every noise is absorbed into the darkness,
a wishing well that will offer you nothing
but the promise of shallow water
and enough stolen coins to cure cancer.
A lake takes up most of the space here,
murky and filled with once living things.
Once in a while,
an idea will float to the surface,
shiny and white and pure-
the offspring of corpses buried under years of
pressure and anxiety.
These thoughts will often adapt
in order to survive their environment:
twisting and morphing
into less-than perfect versions of what they originally were,
and even then is it rare
for these weak creatures to swim to shore,
and finish their journey-
Self Confidence will effortlessly grab them by the ankles
and bring them back to where they belong.
Nightmares are born
and dreams are shattered here;
this is my home,
excuse for a sanctuary that will very likely be
the death of me.