The Graveyard In My Head
This poem came about when Chris was having recurring nightmares about zombies in a graveyard attacking him. This was a while after the abuse memories started coming back, and I found out that Chris literally had created a cemetery inside his head where he “buried” the memories in order to repress them.
As he himself said, it was a really big graveyard.
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The graveyard in my head
Full of things that won’t stay dead
All the terrors of the past
Coming back to life at last
I can hear each fear I hid
Ripping through its coffin lid
The graveyard in my mind
Things I had to leave behind
Only way I could survive
Had to bury them alive
Now they’re tearing through the earth
Eager for a second birth
All the terrors of the past
Will be exorcised at last
I will tear them from the ground
Face them all and face them down
Relive every evil day
Till its power drains away
Empty graveyard in my head
Fear is past and past is dead
Tombstones fade and leave no mark
Hope dissolves the clinging dark
Now there’s nothing left to haunt
As I build the life I want