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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