Reliquary

I do these 
Things which I do, which please 
         No one but myself. 
Marianne Moore



To contemplate innate fear
is to take a view of one’s own infancy
as something of a relic, albeit statuesque,
and break it down to nothing
more than this:
I feared emptiness. Once.
My dreams disturbed me, because in them
I became someone else
whose thoughts were terror to me;
this excavation, however, is redundant.
Now I am the architect of my own silence
building monuments to solitude with my bare hands
and a nightmare is mere fodder for poetry.
To be lost, is freedom new-found.


Day 8 ~ MONUMENTS

Rommy is our host in The Imaginary Garden, asking us to face our Childhood Fears.