Trauma

By Heena Joon 
 

A scar on my body runs

soul deep. Despite being

ages old, it never ceases

to pain. Reminding me constantly

of its existence, every hour and 

every second of the day. Still

capable of ruining the today,

the jolts of pain leaves me

astounded. My soul still

cuffed with it’s nightmares,

my dreams still chained

with the memories. Agony

is all I am capable of 

feeling, struggling is all

I can do. A hope still exists,

its flame although dim, sparks

that may be one day these shackles

will break, releasing me from this

merciless self-torture. May be one day

all this will be left in past where

it rightfully belongs and this

horrendous scar will heal,

lying dormant and painless.

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