Damages reappear as unbidden apparitions
Big rivulets of unsealed fissures
Felt as a dull ache
A knowing sense of debilitation
Laced with unnamable remembrances.
I wonder about it
About how pain returns
How it comes due
The recompense
That and the vigorish
The payments on account
The little bits of soul separated in the rush to move forward
Hurriedly refusing the calls to look back
The map points
The cavalcade
How intransigence is the loss of everything.
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Girlboxing 
A very beautiful piece of writing
Thank you, Rahul. That means so much to me.
What a magnificent expression! Thank you, Malissa. And that last line. Yes. WOW.
I so appreciate your comment, Sue. With love, Malissa