Ten Feet Deep

Don't be soft
Don't take it to heart
Don't wear your heart on your sleeve
Just dig a hole ten feet deep
Bury it in and let it sleep.

Dont waste those precious tears
Don't ever let your face show fear.
walk  tall and proud and strong
Swaggering like your shadow's
So long.

But midway at midday
The sun will burn your pate
And if alas, you wilt then creeping home
Ever so quietly lick those wounds
Apply band aids, kool aids, retail  therapy or massages
And persuade yourself that such slight hurts might fade.

But make no mistake
Offering free confidences
In lieu of crocodile condolences.

Talk is cheap
And if you confide in "friends"
You may find out later
You have to weep
When sorrow bounces off
Unfeeling dead ends.

Your soul
Is  a spongy vacuuming hole
A big black drain hole
A light pulling sink hole
A bluffing killer's wink hole.n

To entrust your sorrow
To another
Makes it's a feast
An orgy of agony
A vicarious suffering
voyeuristic moaning.
Keep your sorrows
Like you keep your money.

And deep in the darkness
Of our own
stonewalled dead ends
Yesterday's sorrow
Starts to make sense
Assimilates meaning
regurgitates weakness
And from back door exits
Of black hole despair
Finds itself a new universe
Where laws are made to bend.

When we're ready
We will be able and willing
Majestic creators
Our own universe
Of choices.

And no one will ever
Shame us
For wearing
Our hearts on our faces
Because the best part of
This bodily temple of life
Lived in hope of love
Should bear triumphant  indeed
Such lucent grace.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016