This is a poem I wrote in the early 1990s, and it's from the point of view of a speaker trying not to relive the past/
Walk into the room
Look into the mirror
See a montage of memories
Of a better time
Before tragedy entered my life
Now filled with sadness and despair
Try to wrap mental chains
Wrap them around my mind
But the memories just come back
Just like a floodgate
Bursting open, it can't be held back
The memories just flood my mind
The mirror shatters
Pieces fall to the ground
I grab a broom and sweep away
The shards of the past
Sweep them away before they can hurt
Me over and over again
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