I screamed for far too long
Trapped in my trauma
Caught up in the negative cycle
Of trying to connect
To those whose eyes were only
Opaque mirrors
The fury that drove me
Was understandable
And it was the thing that hurt
And cut me so many times that I bled
All of the pain and struggle falling upon
My own head
Now I see the truth of how I wrestled
With the mind of a child
Yes the wild tide was the truth
But how was I to manage it?
And so it is I nearly drowned
Until the drowning became the force
That made me long to swim
To breathe
To open
To resurface and most of all to love
Even those who in the end
With their blindness and ignorance
Cut me to ribbons
such a beautiful poem Deb! Really could relate to it! Xx
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Thanks so much Carol Anne.. its a tough call living with trauma… hugs and love
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