of dishonorment linger,
waiting for a chance.
to jump in
and disturb my day.

Sometimes they spiral
while in mid-sentence
as I'm trying to have
a happy thought.

Other times when tired
and can't fight off the currents
of situations not yet healed,
they come at me to open wounds.

My memories build
gaining momentum
dating back from childhood
to present.
The good are
get attention
until avalanche of old
rock my grounded form.

Until all I could do is
ride the waves to
fight my own demons.
The ones
I must be overcome
to feel whole again
to make new memories
good and peaceful.