By- Traci Taylor
Storm clouds take over the sky
and suddenly unwanted familiar feelings resume.
Darkness can be consuming.
It’s like being at the top of the glorious mountain
and swiftly pushed into the cold black hole of despair.
An unwelcoming bitterness takes over.
Running a straight line
and it curves slowly into a circle already covered in well known footprints.
Fighting a battle against the past is daunting.
The taste of salt is unpleasant
and the overwhelming reminder of a buried feeling encompasses.
Unfortunately the war was never won,
but merely pushed into a corner to later destroy a temporarily fixed wound.