Memories

Memories,

opaque shadows

skitting across my consciousness,

a scene caught from the corner of my mind.

Wondering if what I see,

what I remember

is the truth?

The fear,

the constant refusal of my mind

to acknowledge what I cannot find,

memories of a time long past.

Black holes exist

and the memories I do carry

are stories repeated

until they have become a steady verse.

Over the edge of the abyss I peer

seeking comfort

seeking the bottom where one cannot exist

holding onto the hope

that things can become

steady and true

and no longer will I have to fear

the ghosts that haunt me.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

 January 29/18

Therapy

First therapy session in 27 minutes. I am anxious and scared. Terrified truth be told.

But so much good is waiting at the end that I can do this. I will do this.

😳