Unfolding my past to let in the
newest events repeating what
I thought could be buried
in the backs of closets in my
mind. Knowing how this ends
should be comfort, but the repetition
is just a reminder of how long
it took to rid myself of those
moments, if only for short periods
of time. Only now, I face a
question; When do I let go, make
this 'past,' and begin what looks
to me could become a pattern?
