Feasting Upon My Peace

Each day there is a struggle,
Within myself...
To fight against reliving,
Repeated painful memories.
Those I have,
Others will never come to see.

And it is a struggle to keep,
The doers of misdeeds forgiven.
And kept tucked away in a place,
That stays and remains that way.
Each day...
'Something' triggers a flickered flashback.

Since it is 'my' heart and mind,
That has been affected!
With an attacking of my happiness,
Now moving on a forward track.
And it is up to me to find,
Comfort that releases...
From memories like these,
That come feasting upon my peace.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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