The trauma makes
The poems come slowly.
The poems come slowly.
Most of my poems
Bubble up from under
The surface of my mind,
Deeper than conscious
Thought likes to go.
Bubble up from under
The surface of my mind,
Deeper than conscious
Thought likes to go.
But lately, down there,
My mind has been reeling
With pain and hurt,
The legacy of 30 years of trauma,
Unacknowledged and unhealed.
My mind has been reeling
With pain and hurt,
The legacy of 30 years of trauma,
Unacknowledged and unhealed.
And so the poems come slowly.
But they do still come.
But they do still come.
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