Forget
I shake my head,
Violently rescuing my mind as
I stumble toward the sound of running water.
The frigid fluid runs over my trembling hands.
I splash my face.
Why is it so hard to forget?
These memories,
Like demons brandishing a pitchfork,
Poke
And prod,
Exposing the fears and insecurities laid deep in my soul.
Where is this hope and rest I so desperately long for?
KW '11
