Retroactive Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Retroactive memories bombarding our minds, saturating them
in rage, feeling blood of anger.

Torturing physically, inept traces of tears, not allowing
them to have voices.

Quaintly settling back into a rocking chair of the past,
trying to remember the insanity of a time which is best
forgotten.

Taking too lightly at the time, not given the chance to
be properly voiced and brought out into the open.

Frozen solidly inside, memories of past deeds were allowed
to hide from sight and not be recognized, safely hidden
within.