Words Always Reveal

Some pain feels recycled- looking so familiar coming my way. A mental note, searching for different dates- Maybe an unfinished poem can help me explain? Tell my heart we have been here before- Wait. Did I open the door? Nope. Checked the deepest darkest parts of my soul- where the healing did not come from letting things go- where I hold undried tears- unaddressed blows. Digging as quickly as possible through a pile of years- the pain is getting close- I can hear my heart whisper to my soul in fear- Late. New sadness is here- Did unsolved trauma expose? How comfortably I dig my own hole- And give unwanted pain a home.