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.