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A Levee Built Of Styrofoam
My memory eclipses the honesty of my recollection
The way a blind man covers his ears when frightened
My faults though faint, are unmeasureably heightened
When certain circumstances draw near
The way a mother’s strength awakes in defense of the flesh of her womb
Without thought of what weight consequence may assume
I have fallen captive
In the aftermath of the fight
Searching for anything
To show me a sign
That by clinging to hope
Love will restore the blind
I have held on to names as if the lost still exist
A suitcase of Sunday’s Best, perfectly hung and pressed
Once packed with every intention to be left
In the slumber since I last fastened
The lid and locks closed, like a levee built of Styrofoam
My mind had no chance holding back where my heart intended to flow
I have fallen captive
In the aftermath of the fight
Searching for anything
To show me a sign
That by clinging to hope
Love will restore my sight
