Knife

Dealing with resurfacing repressed memories and intrusive thoughts.

We fear what is behind us

Because some memories are a knife

Slowly sinking into our turned backs

As we try to move past 

Sometimes we ourselves are the ones holding the knife

Other times the triggers we experience hold this blade tight

We can not control the stab that follows

We can not always prevent it 

But we can try to heal from it 

Reviews

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End is very lifting . Our past can be our nemesis. All what happen to us can leave for while. But there is moments when all is back. Great poem for wounded soul. I wish you all will be heale in one day.