Are miniature nightmares
Where I am driven to the edge of emotional control.
The invisible seam,
An unnoticed staircase into my imagination
Where the worse case scenario
Is not longer "what if", but "what now".
Panic, fury, grief awaken me,
Shoving me down the staircase,
Relabeling memory as fabrication.
Gratitude and shame replace everything;
For remembering what really is,
And for having forgotten it for a moment.
I wonder if one day,
I will forget to relabel.