To the Curious

I am not a vault of secrets;
in my box, nothing is confessed.
I make my own regrets stirring
black pools where creatures
provoked rise to bite.

I have kicked many a foot
forcing my door, surprising
the aggressor with resistance;
how easily the bolt slid into place.
They must wait the polite way.

My darkness does not need
to be illuminated. I know what occupies.
Besides, the light socket is empty.
Eyes must adjust, pupils expand
for what's present will only reveal itself in subtlety.

Reviews

[Revery]

This is fascinating and brings with maximum intensity the allure of mystery. "They must wait the polite way" hmm? This one is potent and very enjoyable.

[Drifter]

To be honest, this piece left me wanting more. That is not to say that it was bad, just that it feels like it needs something in the middle. Then again, maybe that's the purpose. Curiousity often leaves us wanting more.

[David Lewis Paget]

Reflections of a very private and enigmatic person, who is determined to hold her secrets close, and allow them to be discovered only as incidentals to what she is prepared to reveal. Interesting!

[Moineau]

This is fantastic. Resolution and confidence are powerfully expressed. The vault/door metaphor was crisp and the dark mood elegantly elucidated introspection and self-awareness. You have a mind of your own and I relate to your brand of spirituality. Totally Bohemian.

Sparrow