an attempt at a villanel

Repressed memory always catches up

As suddenly as urgently as ferociously, perhaps worse, as the occurrence itself

And that's the truth of it

You'll remember the quiet behind the trees

As you were taken, you'll feel fingers fumble fragile again

Repressed memory always catches up

Damaged, vulnerable, going back to that forbidden place

You won't see it coming, like a rock to your eye

This is the truth

Do not accept Cannot accept Will not allow the new wedge between you and the thick of life

Must not fear, let the storm fall out and flow into the gutter

Accept the truth of it

Although you will recover, if you face it like a solider, unafraid of the wounds, it is a fact--

Repressed memory always catches up,

and that is the truth of it.