Stomping Through my Mind

You are always stomping through my mind

Like a petulant child refusing to be ignored

I banish you to rooms I do not visit,

You refuse to stay there alone

Frustrating me

Have you thought that if you walked softly

Through my thoughts it would be easier

Perhaps I would allow you to visit occasionally

I may even smile at memories of the good times

Pleasing me

Memories of the good times are becoming faint

The unpleasant memories seem to dominate

Heavy footsteps echoing, marching, bringing to light

Little things I had overlooked, I should have noticed

Confusing me

VictoriaFeathers@2015

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