I Love to Write

Like brambles,
Some days,
Memories creep on me,
Wrapping themselves
Around my thoughts,
Pulling me back to the dark
places where they grow.
By the time I become aware
of their bite,
It is already too late,
I am tangled too much,
If I fight them,
They tighten their grip,
Looping and digging in,
I cannot escape.
I can only struggle,
Unfair duel
With an immaterial adversary,
I can punch but not hurt
I can argue but not convince,
Angry and powerless,
Attacked on all side at once,
It is out of exhaustion
That finally I give up
I lay down
And let go
Only then,
They release their hold,
They crawl all over me
As if I was a cadavre.
Silenced and still
As I quit the fight,
I become observer,
Suddenly aware of my respiration,
The air's murmure,
Filling the void
Bringing life back in me.
I am hurt but alive
Memories crawl back
In their underworld burrow,
Until their next awakening.