Without focus, without thought
The images assault my eyelids
Everyday a new repressed memory
A new piece of the puzzle
To analyze and assess.
It’s exhausting.
It’s daunting.
It’s thankless.
But it fucking works
And once that piece is complete,
Its edges smoothed and ready,
The feeling of placing it back inside of me
Is indescribable.
Everyday I become more whole again
Everyday I take back the pieces of me you stole
Everyday I wake up and I remember
That I never thought I would be alive today
Yet here
I am.
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