by O Collopy
I always think it’s getting better
But then something triggers a memory:
A phrase or photo in my mind,
Then the shockwaves retaliate.
Months of progress gone to waste,
Or just trying to move on in haste?
Is this how I’m supposed to heal?
If only I could hear how you feel!
My deepest desires long for before
Truly yearning for nothing more
Tides of hunger flooding the shore
Pounding swells but it’s a locked door.
Far too late to retrace my steps
These scars are all I kept
And then my former fears, I wept.
Resolved to brace up timidly
But how can I continue
When I am ruined?
Tormented by every distraction,
Pulsating at each interaction.
Sitting still slumped over a desk
Or on the sofa, crowded around,
Simon and Garfunkel stir, resound.
But there is no Bridge for me.
Darkness comes, it destroys.
Except these cruel souvenirs
Of now-estranged joys
Survive churning out tears.