rula ditta tuOriginally posted by: IAdoreYou
I found the poem I had written for it.
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Trapped between the trauma and the memories,
I can't express what is hidden.
The clinging emotional scars,
Makes my breathing uneven.
My face smiles but my heart cries,
I step away breaking all the ties.
Pushing anyone away was never a choice,
I had to do it to save their lives.
Every day it is not the same case,
Not every day is a mess,
Some days are cheerful,
While some are disasters,
When the past shows up,
I can't hear anything but hammers,
Hammers on my head,
Hammers on my heart,
In that moment, I can see neither the end nor the start.
A damaged person can be a reason for your temporary smile but,
Someday or the other, it is going to give you a cut,
A cut so deep that would be hard to heal,
Going away from you is a deal,
A deal with myself to protect you from the future hurt,
But my invisible presence will always provide you a warm comfort.

