Tessa Renken
How quickly the past can become a hell of one’s mind
How it heats up the nerves of the brain
and waters the eyes.
Tightens the lips
and boils the skin.
Do not take me back there-
never take me back.
Nostalgia is a liar
and I see through her cracks.
A childhood is happy
safe and warm,
but the hell behind my eyes
is a separate world
There should exist no fondness for the way I had behaved-
Let others walk over me and trampled other’s frames.
A frizzy haired time bomb,
prickly and afraid
inflicted hurt and felt it as if in a daze.
She made me who I am
I will rightly owe her that,
but I could never be her
who I am now
so never take me back.