In the depths of the night
old wounds find their voice
resurrecting their scars
terrifying lightning flashes
tearing through the darkness
stripping everything bare
my memories surging
closing in on me like a storm
they cannot be ignored
they haunt every corner
every crevice of my heart
crushing me under their weight
drenched and drowning
as the waters slowly rise
under the gaze of the moon
all that was lost or forgotten
suddenly in plain sight
for just mere seconds in the light
an endless downpour of pain
that fills me to overflowing
yet I am still weeping
in their wake
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 