October 13, 2008
By Jacky Datiles, Milwaukie, OR

There is a hole in the middle of the ground.
It is sometimes cold and gray and burns to the touch.
It is sometimes so hot that it just keeps on burning,
Burning my heart with it,
Scorching it with just one touch.
"I don't want to talk about it, it's not a big deal.
Let's just forget about it and move on with our lives.
Like nothing really happened and leave it at that."
"For me it's not that big of a deal.
But it gives me the lump in my throat,
That not even water can push down."
There is a hole in the middle of the ground.
Whenever we're in the same room, my heart pounds.
It keeps on saying, be brave and just dive in the hole.
Take your aching heart and weeping soul.
That hole in the middle of the ground
Will get deeper and deeper,
Darker and scarier,
Lonelier and grow even deeper.
Whatever I do,
No matter how far away I go,
Even if I don't touch
Or worry about it,
It is there.
And it's burning the hole that's now in my heart.

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