Breach

Gut wakes,
tears threaten,
and censored memories bubble up into my mind.

Low-light photographs,
noisy ISO patches,
they're not gone yet,
nor what they mean to me,
in me.

Shaky muscles
stirred with fear
of the dark days I thought long past.

Heavy chest,
apathetic head,
resolute mind,
to not shed my tears into the oblivious, unaffected world.