Trigger Points

Trigger points
You think you leave them behind
But just when you’re free they come back to remind
you of a moment in time
of some pain, of some crime
And all the good around you falls away
and suddenly it becomes impossible to feel love.
Above all else you’re disgusted with yourself
Reliving a moment someone took from you
Believing for a moment you’re unlovable
Conceding for a moment that he was right
Not giving a fight, just succumbing to the dark torrent rain
within your heart. Flooding into each crack and crease
until the release from love is complete and nobody can get back in.
It’s the darkest hour because the memory is old,
nobody is here to hold you while you cry because there’s
nobody left here to understand why, you cry.