9/26/2023

Adagio for strings fills the room

I place my hands over my chest

Trying to contain the pace

By the end, I’m trembling

When nightmares haunt you relentlessly

You never think you’re unfamiliar with the timeline

I opened Pandora’s box

No where near prepared for what’d begin seeping out

The more I’m confronted with

The more I feel out of my depth

I hold the clips as they flash through my mind

Stretching them further and further

Finding words, art, messages, anything

That may have survived the fires of my rage

I’m both relieved and disappointed at how little is left

The intensity of the words scare me

But the lack of words is more terrifying

Remembering how so much was left unsaid, unexpressed…