Can it be possessed or is it possession 

How does one heal from this deficiency?

An open mind; an open heart

Sealed shut by its borders 

Where there should be none

A flowing stream, surrounded by obstacles 

Creates its path around them

But not this; not perceptive peace

It’s dormancy wreaks havoc 

Unleashing envy and pain

Upon the unknown cradles of our souls

Where we don’t go

For the vastness of its emptiness

Does not heal but tears apart 

The sacredness of what could be