I am, not ready for the memories, to return, why can’t they all just, STAY lost, for a bit longer, or, forever, for that matter??? Not ready for the memories, they’re, too painful for me to remember, I can’t, live like this, with this, brand new, formerly, repressed memories, coming back, little, by little each and every day.
Not ready for the memories, how can I, possibly, cope with what had, happened to me, to admit to myself, that those who were, supposed to love me, actually had, ABUSED me, brutalized me? How can I, live with that being a F-A-C-T?
the mind, in a state of chaos, not my art!
Not ready for the memories, I hoped, that I never learned, of the truth about me. Not ready for the memories, but, it still, came back, as I wasn’t, quite, ready, to find them yet. Not ready for the memories, why did they, have to come back, at the time of my life, when everything was, finally, smooth-flowing and well, huh? Is this, one MORE curve ball you’re, throwing at me, fate? To see, if I’m able, to swing it OUT of the ball park???
Not ready for the memories, I reckon, that I never will be, because I will, NEVER be okay, knowing, that I was, NEVER loved, that instead of loving me right, my parents had, ABUSED, and NEGLECTED me, for years on end………
being STUCK, in your WORST nightmare, not my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 