IN THIS SPACE
I've been eating my soul, as of late
Devouring morsels of scarred flesh
Trying to find an end to constant unease
A place where my head could rest
There's an angst the lingers over
My big sturdy bed
Looping around billowing waves
Covering my staved off dread
But I have conquered all my fears
I have won the freaking war
Why am I still in sallow bone
Trying to run from threat of the moor
I'm here...in the exact same space
I was in 17 years back...my back...my aching back
I hear no thoughts of lack, despair, voices
Telling me to crack
....open the bottle
There's silence, that deafening silence
I shivered under the weight of it's magnitude
The sheer volume broke barriers set by trauma
That had driven the sharp latitude
....cutting asunder spirit and soul
But today, in this space, I am at REST.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-10-2024
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