Old wounds
Scarred over and healed enough
Or so I thought

Memories buried
Are never truly gone
Sometimes
When the night is quiet 
Or even in the day
My body feels them
Seeping up through the layers
Pressing my doubts to the forefront
Steering my attention

Though wordless
Their whispers
Tighten my throat
And a body within a body is created

One wants to hide
Deeper into the dark
Into the silence

The other
Runs
Numb
Passing everything so fast
Nothing can ever hope to touch me

There are other ways too

Sometimes 
I simply hold my self
Tenderly
Caring for that body within a body
Rocking us all gently and securely
Relaxing and expanding
With each breath
Until we are all one being again