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.

 

 

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