Trauma As the notes begin to play, Memories of 5 years, Since past, Flood in and drown out all joy. Memories of separation, Isolation, Insecurity, Hurt. Memories of unfading words, Of outspoken hatred, Of moments that now haunt my dreams. As the words echo out, The knife digs in further, Bleeding out 5 years of torment And torture. 5 years of silence And compliance. 5 years of hiding Behind a smile. It was just one song. One. And yet, It took everything away with each note, Forced me to hide my emotions behind a wall, And burdened my young shoulders with the pain. And with one note, It opened the floodgates Of my dark past. This is trauma Amber Constante
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