Anniversary

Anniversary


I still scream in nightmares

that nothing can heal.

I still scream—

I still scream inside—

because those nightmares were real.


I wake,

and it wasn’t a dream.

So I scream,

and I scream,

but no one ever hears me.


Then one day,

God was kind.

He reached out in poetic justice

and eased my hurting mind.


I still carry the horror,

the shattered parts,

but there is more peace

in my heart.


For Brendan, Ger and Leah, with thanks. 


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