Excuse the amateurish poetry since I am not a pro and write usually only during high emotional times. However I would like to present a few I have written during our on going recovery in hopes they will help express feelings others may harbor.
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Images, a Bad Affair

We try and make our dreams of past
Our movies of memories gone by
Be removed if bad they are
To play they make us cry.

These memories can be about some good
But mostly about the bad
The times of loss and hurt we feel
These times for which you’re sad.

Bring restless times a fortnight long
They never seem to end
They spin, they turn, your mind they burn
All energy you have to spend.

Nightmares of sort in daydreams to
They occur and not at will
Attempt to stop you wake and shake
Your eyes they do yet fill.

Filled with tears they do not stop
They play until their done.
Some are not as bad as others
But we say, "Oh please be gone".

They fill in blanks you do not know
With scenes that may not be true
But yet they play in endless frame
You cry it makes you blue.

I wish to scream and run from them
But yet they're in my head
They play during day and night time to
Mostly during the silence in bed.

Your mate may know these do exist
And agonize your very being
The depth they go is not well known
Except you do know what you’re seeing.

You hard to speak of which you see
Others may discount they exist
May pick apart they do not know
These dreams and how they persist.

SM Feb 2005