Damaged Goods

We are damaged goods
You and I
We stand locked in an
Embrace of
Mutual support or
Mutual misery.
Storm fronts of
Re-awakened memories
Surge and swirl around us.
We weep
Tears of grief,
Tears of pain
Tears of anger
Remembering
Demons that rode us
Long decades ago
Demons we believed were
Gone, consigned to the
Wasteland of the past
Suddenly are here again.
In the here and now and
Unexpected and somehow
Forgotten, they gain
Access to our hidden selves
Tear the veil of memory
Open.
Exposing jagged
Horrors whose power
We thought was dead
Instead of
Sleeping