Trauma

“Trauma”

 

It hurts and destroys,

Wheedling into the mind,

Burrowing into the deepest

Crevices and hiding

Until it explodes into

The present,

The true damage is seen,

The effects bursting forth

In a plethora of manners,

Anger, regression, isolation,

All stemming from fear,

Where it all began.

 

A loving child, innocent,

Turned and twisted,

Molded and shaped,

The resulting model,

Emotions disfigured,

Processes damaged,

Love and trust seen

Through shifty eyes,

Both strangers,

Their touch foreign.

 

Wicked, wicked thing,

Deserving of no name,

How I despise you,

How I wish to stifle

Your presence and

Spit upon your existence.

Be gone!

Damager of children.

- Roel -