We all have these its in our lives where,

Whether in the foreground

Or in the background,

We cannot escape it,

No matter what ground we go to.

 

We often say,

 “I’ve put it behind me…”

Yet when it comes up,

we react,

we resist,

we avoid,

we cry.

 

If we haven’t done the work

to complete it,

It is still there,

Like a monkey on our back,

Guiding us,

Hemming us in,

A barrier we constantly run into.

 

Even though we don’t think it is.