Bad Memories Vault

Pain creeping along my jaw
intense, throbbing, robbing me
of a peaceful night
traveling on a path
along my neck
to my shoulder.

Constantly causing me
inwardly to cringe
against the onslaught
driving me to the point
of insanity.

I bear this in silence
well hidden from others.
A precursor of my
childhood days when
to cry meant harsh
repercussions of which
my tears would bring
painful actions still haunting
my mind.

At times like these
I hide within my soul.
Drawing on resources
learned long ago.
Like glass that is so fragile,
shattering into small
pieces when broken
I too am shattered.

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