Cracking Memories Long Buried

poetry

Photo by Raúl Cacho Oses on Unsplash

In my mind, there’s a door
that’s been dead bolted for years.
It holds everything from before
the age of 16 and other stuffing.

Although it’s dead bolted, I carry
the pain caused in my bones.
I choose not to remember
for fear that memories bring
more pain.