(Free Verse) <br /> <br />The pain may be washed away <br />with the waves of time <br />While memories linger in sand <br />Ready to be washed up again <br />by ocean waves. <br /> <br />It’s ingrained into our minds, <br />written in stone. <br />It slowly starts to disintegrate <br />as we push it out of our minds <br />until someone plucks it from the depths of the ocean <br />and starts to examine the rubble remains. <br /> <br />We try to skip it along the surface back to the nadir, <br />but it just keeps flowing back with the tide <br />waiting for discovery, <br /> <br />being passed around from one hand to the next. <br />Until it sinks again <br />and the cycle repeats itself, <br /> <br />the cycle of our hidden past. <br /> <br />[May 28,2008]<br /><br />Leah Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cycle-of-our-hidden-past/
