The slightest touch
brings back those memories.
I remember well,
for I dare not forget.
Forgetting is just running away,
I am not the one to run,
That is one thing that you did teach me
over the years I dealt with you.
No matter how far I tried to run,
everything always caught up to me.
I can still trace the tears
as they traveled down my cheeks.
They traveled down the same paths
every day I sat alone
every night when I tried to sleep,
and when I awoke
I could still feel them sliding down my face.
I still fear the cold.
I still fear the heat.
The slightest touch may bring
the memories flashing back.
I still may feel like running,
but I am not afraid to say I won.
Which makes everything so much easier to deal with.