yogitree

This poem is about a misunderstanding I had with a girlfriend. I believe, that sometimes the burden of past hurts, also known as memories, or one type of, bind us in a way that makes communication ambiguous. I deliberately use the images of rooms, images and spaces OPENING up as dimensional traps into which we can fall or make others fall when we are not honest with ourselves. I think everyone has a hard time with this, to some degree....