that I would re-live this tragedy,
I thought mistakenly,
that I could put it all behind me.
With deliberate actions,
Again and again I packed away all that had been,
I placed each day, matched each offense,
and put in place of mind an enormous fence.
Not to forget but attempt to mend,
a paint store so to speak,
separated out by color each horror.
Due to what would be considered fate I suppose,
my stored paints exploded in my minds thoughts,
once again I was faced with what was so very grim.
I now believe that it is best to speak at least for me,
if for nothing else than to learn why my mind is on repeat.
With a little luck and this Google Blog,
of which I am extremely grateful,
maybe healing through the Full-View of such gloom,
will finally bring an end so I may know a new begin,
without towing all that's been.