SeptPoWriMo 23

Feeling we are in a holding pattern
circling over the distant recent past
hoping it never happened at least not
as we experienced it at the time
each trauma atrocity diminished
by having seen it endless times before
the definition of insanity
anticipating something different
waiting out the clock to backtrack into
the same a better future never seen
willfully distracted to forgetting
we are born each second we are alive
how to start again knowing how it ends
how to forget the moment it begins