Based on Unwritten by M.S. Merwin

 This poem makes me think

About writers block.
No, actually a trauma block.

My brain does not want me to know.
It etches words and memories
Into its darkest crevices
Never to be seen again.

However,
My body still knows.
It still reacts.
There's so much unexplained fear.
But it's there.

There's no denying it.
Something happened to me.
Someone knows what it was.

I am sure that someone is you
But you've also forgotten the words
Or you just keep hoping
I will never be able to decode them
Once I discover them again.

A part of me wants to
Put the pieces together
Despite the fear,
Despite the risk.
Because I need to heal.

And while others can heal without knowing,
I do not think I am one of those people.