Carry On
written by: Deborah Boyer
you were talking about childhood trauma
you can pry a nail from the wall you said
by way of analogy
but you are left with a hole
we spend our days in search of spackle
that will not shrink-in from the edges
with the elasticity to bridge the gap
that we can smooth out, sand down, paint over
a shallow fix for an optical illusion
while the maw behind
consumes us from the inside
I think you meant there to be hope in your analogy
but I lost that piece when I
took it to a darker place
I think you meant I need to love the holes
while I furiously struggle
to fill their gaping depths
with words on pages
Deborah Boyer’s poetic expression is stripped-down, accessible, laying bare our fractured inner landscapes and our perpetual striving toward human connection. A California native and life-long lover of poetry and fiction, Deborah studied literature at Pomona College and UC Berkeley. She has been published in the literary journal, The Pensieve. Deborah currently lives in Orinda, California with her husband.
