poisoning the well

within me is a well.
deep, dark, cool, still.
a well to draw upon,
in the struggle for some peace.
a well to quench my
restless need for calm.
when i find my centre
the well is there.
but i am poisoning the well.
i have taken all my sickly secrets,
bitter pain, longing lonliness.
broken dreams, intense rage,
shame and guilt..
and i locked them all in boxes,
sealed them with silence
and I drowned them in my well.
but time and turbulence,
memory has worn away the seal
now the bitter irony,
the well is poisoning me.
slowly.