There’s a lot to come to terms with,
a lot I tried to drown.
They linger like a myth
whispered, never penned down.

The floods have come,
waters have risen.
The river I emerge from
returns the ghosts I had hidden.

They follow in my shadow,
haunt my every dream,
and crowd to bestow
memories thought lost downstream.

With remembering comes pain:
all-consuming ache
that’ll wash away with rain;
water will never let me break.