Gaining Freedom By One mm, AT A Time

Thought

Raking over old coals

Would reopen wounds

Long left unhealed.

Bringing back

In vivid colour

These haunting memories

Tuck away

In my mental vault.

Yet

Strangely

I feel lighten.

As if

An invisible elephant

Had been removed

From my shoulders

With each typed word.

Purifying myself

Of the septic pus

Carried over the years

Since November 2005.

I know

The effort needed

To speak these words

Would be Herculean.

Even to those

I considered

Close friends.

As my mental defences

Engage themselves

Shutting out

Everyone.

Still I know

A little good goes

A long way.

So

Please be patience

With this healing soul.