I know how I felt that day.

Even if I buried it along time ago.

An era of sharp needles pointed directly at my soft spot.

Long blunted by time and covered by an obscuring blanket.

Until I can no longer remember the details.

Hopefully lost forever.

***

Part of me still feels it still.

Not in my mind but deep in my stomach.

A tightening and tension I cannot control.

Still stuck in a worse time.

Even if no memory remains.

It might be better now but the reaction still remains.

***

I found my limit.

Discovered that the damage lasts.

I can only hope that it is gone eventually.

Hidden behind time and an obscuring blanket.

A long forgotten burden that my body does not react to.

Until then, the tension will remain.