The Map

 



The Map


If I could draw a map of me,

For you, the blues, the evergreens,

The reds, the rage, the what has been,

The winding rivers rapids deep,

Plumbing depths through tangled reeds,

Reveal the inner parts of me,

For you, the truths,

The whispered words,

Through waterfalls  

The crash 

The roar; 

 They went unheard

But fell down deep to ocean’s floor,

The crash 

The roar

The nevermore.


But,
Livid lava vivid

Bubbles up to scarlet skies

The anger deeply crimson

Cutting paths through wounded pride

I hide wild unharnessed places

Uncaressed by man’s cruel hand

Uninhabitable spaces

Deep within my hinterland.


This map of me you helped to draw,

That crash
That roar

I felt it raw

Your crash, 

Your roar,

My earth laid scorched;

I kept the score,

Then locked that door.

No crash,

No roar,

Not evermore.


Written by Mel White 2026

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