In The Comfort Of A Spill

When I arrived
among the spills,
I never considered
that you would see
all that hides
in the silence

That I could so candidly
relieve myself
of these fractures formed
through heartbreak
and sacrifice
and lust
and fantasy

The pendulum of emotion
at the ready to show
that I will always be more
than I appear

Taxable and reliable,
filling hours
to meet the obligations

The broken nursing the broken,
always on the ledge of stress,
awaiting the curve of a crisis

I have arm wrestled with guilt,
shadowed in shame
despised my deviations
showered in denial

That refusal to admit
that it can be complicated,
to embody a state of being
that can seduce
and reduce you to tears

Maybe it's a selfish move
to be expressive,
to dip my quill
in these waters

But I assure you,
the emotional exhibitionism
beats the insignificance.