Past Wounds

I bury the urge deep inside me
After a while I forget it exists
I am happy, I smile.
Then like a wave it rises up and crashes over me
Dragging me down into the chaotic depths.
My eyes witness what I have buried
The pain and abuse, the emotional neglect.
Anger latches onto me
Sorrow floods my heart
As I drown in my buried past.

~ Greywatcher

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