Sometimes They Come Back

You work for years to forget
the things that you hate to remember
You store them away and seal them tight
and you throw away the key
but every now and then something happens
Maybe a smell or a sound
a brush of something against your skin
the way the sun shines on something
and the seal is broken and they all come flooding back
Surrounding you with their feelings of helplessness
of pain long forgotten, but your body always remembers
They hold you there in their dark embrace
filling your mind with terror and anguish
and then after awhile
they slowly fade out and slink back into their box
to be sealed away until the next time