There’s a place

tight

little

hidden

balled up

somewhere

That’s known

terror

degradation

hunger

loneliness

That can’t deeply rest

digest

sleep

play

Watches

the fight for power

greedy growth

ignoring the cries of Mother

and each other

and shakes at its center

Convinced

its tightness is

the only way

I try to find it

enlist wise ones to help

I scratch and scrape

for years

in desperation

to unlock it

once and for all

no luck

Perhaps I must approach more softly

offer to hold it

in a soft little hand

in the dark

for as long as it takes

to melt

once and for All

into pure love