Sometimes

Sometimes

Because we forget

We figure the wound is healed

Sometimes

Our cellars are full of items marked "dealt with"

But really are still open

Sometimes

We get angry when we are so abruptly reminded

Of our pain

All of a sudden we are vulnerable

Open

Exposed

Sometimes

It gets harder to hide

feelings of frustration

Cracks on our shells

Strain under the weight

Sometimes

Pain is no longer a distant companion

But instead a constant friend

-Souljourner