The wounds that keep on opening
The ship frozen in crystal
The nightmare come unbidden
The wraith that keeps on rising
The overcoming never overcome
The tragedy recurring.
How do I come into the present again?
Today I forget what it means to be anything other than a damaged tapestry.
How much energy is the past going to swallow today?
Today my self-defence mechanisms are wearing out their own gears.
(Lucky we are built as anxiety-machines! Otherwise there would be nothing left)