Trauma is real.
It’s crazy how the reading of words
can cause a reaction
that evokes emotions to produce
a physical outcome.
Tears paint cheeks
with salted dye
as pain is given new life.
Events long passed
reanimated in full,
forcing closed wounds to open.
You were never truly healed.
Memories that might sometimes flash
are no longer instantaneous,
But rather
remain elevated in your view.
The positive thoughts that
counteract your loss are
no longer acting as protection.
Only fueling the agony
of your despair,
reminding you that he’s not here.
You were never truly healed.
Warning,
No I wasn’t warned.
How could I be.
How could you know
that the telling of your experience
would cause impulses within me to explode.
Bodily functions to lose control
as I was broken down piece by piece,
as my recollection of similarity to your tale
shattered my false strength,
as I panicked at thoughts rewound.
Breathing ceased
halted in time
recovery was slow.
Trauma is real.
And I
I was never truly healed.
Soulely Spoken 