Trauma Has No Manners!

Trauma Has No Manners!

Trauma’s an uninvited guest, So rude, it won’t relent or rest, Like bitter pills, its presence stings, In public spaces, it still clings. Around you, eyes cast judging stares, Some shake their heads, no one cares, Inside, a sinking, heavy weight,...
Thinking of You…

Thinking of You…

I think of you. I know you barely remember MeBut today, I can tell you: I walk in the streets without fearI love with all my heartI am not afraid of the doorI can sleep without my lights on or without a background noise I think of you. I know you barely remember meBut...