of all my sadness

by blake ellington larson

i somehow managed to convince myself

love was the answer
to the question
i dared not ask

i convinced myself
treason was to
my own guilted resolve
as mutiny is to
learned hurt

i did not know at the time
how much effort it takes
to ward off danger

i did not know

the planks i’ve walked

in dreams

i dare not visit

stand sturdy still