I feel the need to express
to sort through and
dig out the bones 
a' rattling in the back
of my memory

air out the 
stale ol' 
smells,
that tickle 
my mood bone 

a sore thumb 
in my eye
chafing 
just enough
to make my
world come 
crashing down
like an unecxpected
journey
with the ghost 
of christmas passed

like a rubberband 
you pull me back
and I swear I am
drowning
I ghasp for air
that will not 
reach my lungs 

sometimes a flashback
hit me so hard 
I spin our of control 
and I am there again
living the nightmare
over again

I know it by name
and speak it
out loud 
will drive away
the pain