do not vault yourself from me.
Please, give me a code that unlocks
all your pains, secrets, agonies.
I am a student, so educate me
until I can recite each fact
in your life story.
The stage is yours,
so narrate your inner tragedies.
Stand with me, off-load those honest
memories that left mine-fields in your heart:
What Daddy did and didn’t do;
what Mommy said and didn’t say;
how the first time wasn’t by choice;
how dark urges clouded all sense of purpose.
Share your issues and I’ll share mine.
Let us plant new orchards
in the desert of our past lives.