Mirrored Past

Riveted in a time of past remembrances, life dangles fragily to and fro. Wanton images cascade stormily in front of my mind, too strong a hold, yet on present life. Following diagonal paths to inner peace, attempting to avoid the prickly nightmares cast in sleep. Numbed by the insistent fear of ages, tramped down amid the debris of the past. Allocating freshness of purity to back roads, traveled in times of early birth, forgotten through the years, hidden by the darkness of unshed tears. Solo fragments tended carefully have not as yet revealed many truths of what once happened. Regularity of hurt and pain reflect shadows to an inner mind, mirrored from the past in lifeless forms, set upon a drifting sea of abuse.