foggy freeze dried memories

icy daggers serrated his chilly mind memories sharp as polar bear’s claws wielded reminiscent evocation in pain how he longed for selective amnesia heart and reason at war with the enemy a battle only to be won if he surrendered to inevitability that conflicts were useless unless of course they concluded in cease fire his father had fought at the Russian Front which left his own upbringing out in the cold no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of twelve years of Germanic menace and madness both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation trans-generational transmission of trauma in action it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed shape up they said – fight flight or freeze food for thought no doubt but what about feelings many winters have passed and the old man is dead now took many secrets and memories into his grave the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time he had been his own antagonist for far too long