Even now that the wound has healed and the scar so barely shows there are times of pain and anguish when the nightmares let me know how fragile a mind can be as memory replays trauma into the night and yesterday's sorrow fills the void with doubt and aching heart brought low making it hard to fight the demons and see the cure lies waiting for tomorrow when the pain will ebb and joy return as dawn defeats the foe.
Reprinted 2020 by Marilyn Paluszak from a poem first written in 1986.
Some poems flow freely, without punctuation, and boundaries. I have chosen not to return to edit this one but to leave it wild.