Thursday 3 December 2015

Trauma has no Name



She dances in
the shadows
in fear that
her brokenness
may scare
others
away
she wears
her emptiness
well hidden
as she knows
her vulnerability
is their greatest
weapon
she smiles
thought cracked
lips as
those razor
sharp
words of
vengeance
boil on the
edge
of her
fiery tongue
she knows that
her unspoken
words
are as dangerous
as bullets in
a loaded
gun
as she
swallows down
toxic shame
her belly aches
from all
the pain
painfulness
is so familiar
the scent she
wears everyday
trauma is
woven
deeply
ingrained
that on
some days
she even
tries to forget
her name
in hope
that she may
awaken
in
perfection
so that they
will halt
the abusiveness
they
cast her way


MM c2015

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