so, the bitterness and harshness settled at the bottom of my soul
--the toxic chunks of actions and words.
To ignore it made me think I felt giddy and light.
I spent the summer in a cave of self-preservation;
then school began
and the stirring began
a word, a face, a memory
and the swirling began: the grunge and gunk--residue of unforgiveness
I am without the luxury of time to disregard and let it settle again
because the words, faces, memories are nearly constant