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Trauma: A Climb or Dive


 

Torturous thoughts haunt me

 

Running wildly through my mind

 

Until my eyes well up in tears

 

Am I losing my grip on reality?

 

Muffled with hurt I sink even deeper in

 

Anger for reasons I can’t explain.

 

 

Affections like pity are just a placebo

 

Fostering helplessness like a raging fire.

 

Tempered with motive and lies.

 

Erroneous interpretations lead to

 

Rumors spreading wildly

 

Morphing a cry for help a disgrace.

 

Antidepressants dull minds not hurts

 

Talking openly is a matter of trust

 

Hidden under a cloak of hate

 

Sheltering wounds that never heal.

 

 

Reality is a cruel cold stage

 

Enthralled by theories about

 

Daily hurt defined as normal.

 

Ending one’s suffering is a

Mast climbed only by a victim

 

Persevering towards recovery

 

Taught in cause and effect

 

Iterated with a sense of safety

 

Ordained by unconditional love

 

Never by the sense of right and wrong.

 

 

 

 

Author’s Notes:

 

Trauma is when hurt is the daily normal and victims don't know they are hurt or afflicted with it because that's the only thing they've experienced. This is why they go into anger spells they can't explain and they just block out reason and can't believe what they did or why they did it. To you they may seem deranged or have anger management issues but the truth is they are children who are lost and need to feel safe to come home. Trauma survival and recovery is like a diet for one's way of living and maintaining a healthy mental state.

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CNQT

Poetry is a form of passionate expression kindled by an impression unbound by public conviction. I write mainly from two genres : impressionism and symbolism. Choose me or leave me, I'm not a backup plan and definitely not a second choice! Not everyone likes me but then again not everyone matters. What matters is peace and the feeling of being content. Every person is a book, this is just the place to share some pages from my book. Peace!

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