You don't truly know what trauma is until a word chokes you
A smell freezes you
And you're back to that day
Even if only for a second it's all there and then gone so fast
It's a waking monster
Waiting to strike at any given time
On the way to work
In the bathtub, water to your chin
Accidentally finding something that holds memories of that day
It's a prison and you're the prisoner
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Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
