Forbidden Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forbidden memories slip in and out of my mind,
trying to wreck havoc, upset my peace inside.

Where do they come from, these ancient pests?
How do I get rid of them?

Hiding around every corner, they wait to pounce,
bringing beings to their knees.

Tears fall ever so silently, quietly, yet the
memories come full force, head on, slamming into
and crashing all around.

Splinters like glass are scattered inside,
moving even a little, being cut to pieces, by
many shards left fallen within.

Careful not to be cut open, succeeding in only
controlling self, but not the internal bleeding.

Rigid control, wrapped tightly around, barely
letting breathing begin, strangling within.

Cut and wounded, dying helplessly inside, as
memories slip in and out, slashing apart, never
receding, always washing over and through life.