Weak Spots Xviii

Trauma—it is near and dear to us, There is a need to embrace it, But it spits at us like a wild beast, Not wanting compassion— Nourishment is its need, And justice is its desire— Resolve—it longs for relief, For unspeakable pains thrive inside The sound of its crying pierces you— It is cradled in the open air, By a loving voice— The voice of God: "Come to me, Be with me and drink the healing waters of truth and tears" It ceases its spitting—and is filled 2.18.20 Note: Unfortunately many of us are plagued and haunted by our traumas. I was not trying to romanticize trauma but to accentuate its need for attention, honesty and nurture. Sometimes we need a little help from a higher power to comfort ourselves when we experience trauma. Sometimes we must acknowledge it and allow ourselves to feel. Thank you for reading... Always, Laura