The Anniversary

When I think I'm over it... 

Deciding that ENOUGH 

time has passed.

The memories of it all

come crashing down, 

hitting even harder.  

Losing the most precious

gift ever given, the toughest 

loss imaginable. 

Trapped here in a NEW

prison, REALITY.  

Not supposed to go back;

not supposed to rethink

things.  

Not supposed to be upset 

about the past. 

But PAIN-  

pain whenever it happened 

past or present it doesn't 

understand the guidelines; 

it doesn't play by the rules. 

NO VICTIM here.  No, 

just a woman who loved the 

wrong man, loved him too hard 

and too many times. A mom 

who was never meant to be 

a fluke that happened for a 

moment, but that wrong 

was righted too.  

Body laying, broken, 

from MY OWN DEMONS,

the ones that VISIT EVERY year,

the same time, 

at the ANNIVERSARY.