The Jacket

The jacket of stability tightly wrapped around me,
concealing my unkind hurt.
Then the cruel winter’s wind of remembrance decides to rise,
it enters the tiniest seam, it finds its way underneath the confined layers.

The ruthless cold shakes my being,
flooding me with memories,
reminding me of the days I walked naked,
freezing to death by my consuming pain.
The merciless wind might make you realize how far you’ve come,
give you a renewed gratitude of your survival.
But it also reminds you of an agony that no being should ever have to encounter,
and that although some aches can well be sheltered, they will never be completely forgotten.

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