I just had a memory of my mother shrieking and then yelling “why are you doing this to me?”

My heart felt like a ball of fear. 

That’s all I could feel. Fear, and this tightness in my chest. 

Funny how a memory can make me feel the physical feelings of fear I felt as a small helpless child while she was in her fits of rage. 

It been a few minutes and my heart is almost back to normal. 

It’s 1:11am. 

I wish you all a happy new year.

I wanted to document this because whenever I have these memories I tend to bury them again.

~ Poking Holes