Trauma

Trauma is a "heavy" word. Trauma is a world beyond hurt. Trauma is sitting idly by. Trauma is darkening of skies. Trauma is blowing season's lies. For the love of God she had to try. To shake off spasms of times gone bye. Pricking thru skins of young beginnings. Abuse piled oh, so, ever loving high. Why did she ever reason to ask why. Baby, she told herself just let it go bye. Just let it have this time to fly.

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Niall Fulham

Date: 5/19/2017 9:34:00 AM

Hi Holly , I agree with your reply to Darren , so much feeling in your writes :))hugs

Darren White

Date: 3/21/2017 3:10:00 AM

Holly, this is happening to me too, all the time. I wish that "just let it go by" would help. It just doesn't does it? Speaking about it, everytime you do, removes some of the secrecy, some of the trauma, but will it ever fully disappear?

Holly Bohto
Date: 3/21/2017 11:27:00 AM

Those parts of us become our artwork. It's intrinsically woven into our creating. If we can't escape it. Let others appreciate the pain it takes to share such feelings.

Heidi Sands

Date: 3/15/2017 12:30:00 PM

Well written Holly :)

Joseph May

Date: 3/15/2017 12:03:00 PM

Nicely penned Holly