Spelunking II
13 April 2026
https://poems.culturing.net/2026/04/13/spelunking-ii/
When good things are unraveling, bad things come undone.
You went spelunking
into my heart
and tore me open.
What was your purpose?
To repay blow for blow?
I have not decided whether
this wound was salvific or deadly.
It seems the procedure was nearly fatal,
but sometimes there is no other way.
So many things unravel, bad and good,
the good to make room, to make a hole through which
the bad can be removed. I'm healing.
You are no scared little girl anymore.
But what you are evades me,
and I will not bind myself to phantoms,
not even those that heal me.
