Amidst the fragmented scenes of my mind;

memory’s puzzle with pieces I must find.

Flashbacks whisper, “Remember me?”

Transports me to what used to be.

Smells of the oceans or aroma of pine,

uncovers memories that intertwine.

A doorway creaks, a childhood room,

Memories of impending doom.

Father’s voice, a blazing fire.

A small trigger with just a lighter.

Sunshine becomes a raging storm

Hopes fleeting glimpse of safety worn.

Mixed in the tapestry, hope resides.

As I unravel the pain that’s inside.

An identity lost among confusion,

Ripping away my right to be human.

I rise above angry condemnation.

Finding truth, a new revelation.

With glimpses of happiness before me,

I fight with all my might to be free.

Storm

2 responses to “Echoes of the Past”

  1. wow Storm! That is powerful, I felt it and I am so glad you decided to write!

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