Scab

Feels like a distant memory now you know,

Though the memories faded really slow

The last two years have flown by,

I am not sure whether my memory is repressed

Though apparently that can happen if chronically depressed

I think it’s a form of sub conscious preservation

The scabs are bleeding again, now THAT’S a conversation

The numbing of the numbness, just want to feel something

There are walls around my heart, my chakras toughening

I am tired of praying for a manifest- it’s so true

Every month that goes by is further away from you