In a world of black and white,
tied to a blanket of fear,
you are cushioned from direct contact
You must compartmentalize
-thoughts
-feelings
-relationships
each in its own separate bundle
to be categorized and filed away
minimized, stripped down to its essence
vacuum packed, freeze dried, neatly labeled.
With too many connections, one tug
of the string could pull everything down.
The center will not hold
and the first tear could create an ocean,
deep enough to drown in.
Do not dare to dream
or you may come undone.
This is written for the wonderful image provided by Tess Kincaid at The Mag and also posted at Poets United Poetry Pantry.


