Trauma Transformation
Walking along in the darkness
I stumbled on a concerning sight
A prepped victim
Wrapped in crystal light
The threads shone brightly
Around the torso and neck
But the blue head was uncovered
Showing thoughts, not yet dead
I looked for the spider in every space
Knowing she would come and feast
But there's no hurry
When the victim has no hope of being released
Why is the mouth and nose free
Must she watch the soul make its flight
Or is it hope that remains in the air
Entreating the spark to ignite the fight
...to LIVE
Every moment of every day
The anger builds and the ties bind
...tighter to keep the fighter
From waking then taking
Every thought captive
...revealing the killing will never be stealing
THE GIFT of YOU
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-09-2023
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