Windows of My Mind

I imagine that inside my mind Are cells made out of glass And trapped inside these tiny cells Are moments of my past And now and then they shatter To cause me grief and pain And bleed into my consciousness To take me back again The shards of glass are stabbing Causing me great pain So I retreat inside of me To build them once again Behind each tiny cell I see Hands banging to get out I try to stop the damage By stifling a shout No matter what I try to do I cannot make it cease The thumping and the hammering Just will not give me peace So yet another bleed begins Another spear of pain I'm taken back to times gone by And relive it again. Then as the mist starts rising And the glass begins to clear My pounding heart can rest again And slowly ease my fear Some people they have triggers And know what breaks their glass They take avoidance if they can But not for me alas The windows are so fragile Can break at any time So I need to look after All the windows of my mind. x Jane Shields July 2016