Sometimes it’s best not to think
close my mind
not let it wander
not let the imagination make up stories in my mind
just breathe
the memories are always there
just on the edge of consciousness
pushing to get in
I don’t always remember the dream
but my body does
the nervous nausea awakens me
the terror
the anxiety
replay themselves nocturnally
the nightmares welcomed
at least I know
why my body shakes so
the horror of childhood
of innocence lost
I feel it every day
the invisible scars
have marred my life
the trauma lives
within
the tiny
fragile
broken
child
words are insignificant
to describe the tragedy
the ramification
of what was lost
life
tumultuous
chaotic
turbulent
filled with pain
therapy
intense
it brings to light
what was taken away
but also what still needs to be done
to carry on