Unburied notebook

I went digging through a tote I hadn't unpacked since the move. Within, I found a notebook I thought lost forever. It's in good condition. I'm blown away, because I thought I hadn't finished a poem since 2017. Turns out, there's a bunch of poems I wrote in the interim hidden in there. It's amazing. I might post some of them here in the near future. It's wild how trauma makes you just blank out entire written works from memory. I know my memory gets fuzzy when bad things happen, but keep underestimating this.