All Over Again Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

There are times my mind
reaches back
into that bag of memories
pulls out the pain, re-lives, re-hashes
goes over it and over it again.

Other times an innocent statement or question
connects back to that sadness;
stuns me every time
how profoundly powerful it still is
with a life of its own.

It’s been decades now;
and I still have to remind myself
that it’s “all over”... again!
Does history
EVER really die?