Fragments

By Quietus

The child in my mind,
The things that only she remembers.
They come out in fragments,
When Iâ€™m most vulnerable.

The first time I ever got a peek,
I sat in a therapistâ€™s office.

I cried so hard that I couldnâ€™t breathe.

The second time,
I was touched in a way she didnâ€™t like.

I cried so hard that I couldnâ€™t breathe.

But I donâ€™t know what Iâ€™m crying for,
The child never tells me.
Sometimes I wonder,
Is she the villain?

Perhaps she's making things up.
The things she protects me from,
Maybe they never happened.
I mean, why else can't I remember?

It's supposed to be MY mind,
Not hers, or anyone else's.
Would it be better to know?

To get rid of the child, like a gatekeeper,
And peer into the darkest part of my mind.
What would I find,
And would I even want to remember?

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Published on Saturday, March 16, 2019. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Fragments"

On Saturday, March 16, 2019, Renegade (19) wrote:

I can understand the curiosity to learn what she remembers and the frustration when she makes you upset, but some things are better left forgotten. She only wants to protect you. I've also had times like these, but rather than not knowing why, I remember every detail down to even the smell. It's haunting.
A former member wrote: A powerful sense of introspection hangs over this piece. It is intense and evocative in its challenge. Certainly very personal to the author, but as a man who lives with many ghosts from an unhappy life I can relate painfully well. A tragic but excellent work.