A term of endearment
might bring a tear,
a reminder of a vulnerability
a deep driven scar
always readily
opened with a talon in word,
a remarkable reminder
accentuated by incessant fear.
It’s when crawling back to childhood,
those moments sudden
right back in my head
bouncing my skull with juvenile
temperament in folly,
always a wish to be forgotten,
disposed of with the shallow nature of time.
In a word,
the death knell of sorrow
strings hearts along with finale,
yet holds court with hope,
want some reprieve from the challenge
life is scolding me again.