Often when...
Often when flashbacks
hit at my heart -
they shatter the daylight
and break it apart...
Often when shadows
chill me like ice -
they shake up the present
and cut like a knife...
Often when words
ignite on the page -
they blind with their blackness
and choke with their rage...
Often when footsteps
creep in my dreams -
my lips clinch in terror
and silently scream...
Often when moments
merge with old pain -
they keep on repeating
again and again...
Joy Weare,
6th June, 2011.
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