Thursday, May 28, 2009

The War in my Head

There was a war in my head one night.
Long past the days of childhood fears.
It started with a train on the tracks. 
Planes overhead.
Helicopters.
Gun fire.

It sits in my brain like a memory.

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2 comments:

Anna B said...

You don't know how much your posts mean to me. Really.

I felt like this last night.

I don't even know where the war starts. H. says sadness is built upon sadness. And it starts somewhere from childhood then to beyond. Ugh. Or as my cousin would say, maybe it's cellular memories.

I can't be certain of much, but I do know your blogs comfort me and make me glad I'm not alone.

May 29, 2009 at 9:02 AM
H.F. said...

I don't know where the war starts for me, but I love how you compare it to a train... because I totally can hear it coming from far off, and I know there is no way to stop it. If rips me apart.
I don't know if it is cellular, I can't remember exactly when it started happening to me, but to know I am not alone with it. Well, that is everything.

May 30, 2009 at 2:58 PM

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