NaPoWriMo 2017 #14
The brain is bigger than it looks on paper.
Sometimes, in order to survive,
It buries events in its farthest reaches:
In the eyes, the shoulders, the stomach, the womb.
Cleared of mud, the mind pushes forward,
Living a differently life entirely
Than the ones remembered in its outskirts,
Until the body gets tired of remembering
And the crisis explodes from the depths:
Blinding hot lava, ash, rocks,
Like being thrown into a brick wall.
When the mind heals, it finally has room to care
For the traumas it once left behind.