Rattling On (Poetry)

I want to lift the lid on me
and poke about inside
I need to find the broken bits
that hurt and try to hide

If I could toss them out the box —
just leave them in a heap
clean my house from top to toe
sort out what I should keep

What stuff’s worth taking time to mend
and what should really go
it’s dark in there — as black as sin
so nothing is on show

My head’s a cave of ice and fire
the echoes swarm intense
it’s hard to fathom who I am
words rattle — make no sense

Perhaps it’s best to lock the lid
and throw away the key
not know the things much better hid
and think less noisily