A lifetime of tiny burials
For lost keys to a damaged mind
And an overpowering heart
Smothered and destroyed
Or simply denied their conception
Lacking ceremony
Are resurrecting now
Zombies or ghosts
Under a new moon
Slowly clawing their way up
From soil once fallow
Now richly seeded with my fears
But fertilized by my need
These tiny deaths all
Rise from their graves today
To haunt me or save me
I can’t tell the difference
December 19 2024 – January 2, 2025