I hide some of my stories
Scary things I’ve tucked away
Truths too brutal, or painful to see the day’s light
At times, they come unbidden
On a sudden cue of feelings, sound, color or smell,
They can still make me feel
Back in the moment
(Crying, fearful, shaking, angry, screaming, lost)
It rips my faltering sense of being on the road to normal
A jagged tear to my soul, that usually covers itself up quickly
To not let the air in again
But like today, it takes a little longer.
And I wait.