I Remember

the shore

of suppressed memories

fumes

as the tide

of recollecting waves

crashes

down upon them

obliterating
the barrier

between what is 

and what was

I begin to remember ...

... I remember

a jewelery box

filled with things

I don't understand ...

... I remember

I'm locked in a basement

scared and homesick

crying for my mommy ...

... I remember

a cheap motel room

smoke in my face

throwing up ...

... I remember

being in

a strange house

sleeping on

a strange couch

waking up to

a strange man

with a shadowed face

standing over me ...

... I remember

almost thirty years

of trying

not to remember ...

with memories confronted

it's time

to let the dust

shaken from the rafters

of my mind

settle

to once again

be swept

into a corner

of my subconscious

and forgotten

 I usually try to keep all my stuff pretty positive; but once those flood gates open, the only way to conquer the negative memories is to let them out. This is me venting the negativity, so that I can move on to more positive things.