Round 2

Round 2

has me stuck in memory, 

re-living, past forgotten,

some sort of

psycho analysis,

repressed memory 

therapy.

All these memories,

living just under the surface, 

little friends,

little demons,

little tormentors

scratching under 

the icy surface

of my frozen soul

that is thawing, 

exposing

what I thought drowned.

Danger Thin Ice!

Poetic self help

of a prophecy 

yet unfulfilled. 

Open wounds of

old

scar 

tissue

never healed,

a plastic surgery, 

a Botox injection

to give, once again

an expressionless face 

to pain re-lived,

"Confront your demons!"

I tell myself

while hoping to 

push aside

and get on with it.

Pain never leaves us,

just goes into hiding

until the day we die.