When did I learn not to cry?
Not to reveal,
instead conceal--
emotions hidden
die unrejected
but lie undead
in the heart's chambers,
preparing their revenge.

A dribble of pain
unleashes torrents--
destructive, overwhelming--
and rusty gears
creak, creak, creak
before they
click along again.
Greased by tears,
my inner gears
begin to turn--
more risk
more pain--
but free.

~ARH 11/5/08~

Seek the source
Crave the root --
springs of life
come unexpected
but not without intention.

Work for rest,
Strive for peace,
Clear the clutter,
Rediscover
the room of one's own.

~ARH 09.28.2008~