Unwilling To Relive Events Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Signaling to another segment held tightly in check,
deep within, softly speaking, encouraging tender
memories to venture forth.

Peeking around corners, fearful, doubting existence,
hold tautly to something inherent, hiding in circles.

Not wanting to divulge secrets, stubbornly resisting
the light shining on them.

Terror-filled, seeing death, bodies lying on the
floor, running back to an inner sanctum, not willing
to relive the events.

Leaving behind a severe pain, hurting inside,
controlling or making it go away, living always in
dire dread, afraid to speak or talk to anyone.

Living in a bloody hell, alone, awaiting revenge of
secrets already told.

Tender memories, sore, hurting, must be felt, put
back in their steel box underneath floorboards of a
mind, never to be disclosed again.