Beyond the first pain

Beyond the first pain

and the trauma,

there is the living

in the zone of

uncertainty that

marks each day,

with its welling up

and its rising of

memories from

the smokey pit

that haunt me

like ghosts in

an old house.


Yes, there are

the risings and

the fallings,

and the flashes

that know no reason,

nor respect any order,

but come to my sitting

and my lying down,

take me to

places long gone,

and rob me of

my peace,

making me

question who

I am.