(Thanks to all of you who kindly gave comments and suggestions for the title! I digested everything, and this title emerged!)
There are some stories buried
So deeply
Embedded in silence
past skin, into mucosa,
and through and through the gut
That they can not emerge
except as seeds
that one day fruit.


Comments: 20
The Blossoming Inner Bud
I love it, it says so much about everyone. Your article, not my title
Dannielle, I like that and may use some variation of it. Thanks!
Nice poem.
Dannielle, what a compliment. Thank You!