The Broken Ribs Poked Our Lungs

A poem about trauma and recovery.

My trauma acts as a poltergeist

A vengeful spirit haunting me

Begging for peace

Desperate

But never to be found

As it waits on the sidelines

Causing chaos within me

Breaking my bones

Puncturing my lungs

Making breathing nearly impossible

I try to give it what it wants

Give in to its demands

But it’s so hard to find closure

When those who have wronged you

Took pieces from inside of you

Robbed you of your precious heirlooms

Your belongings becoming theirs

And they were such skillful thieves

Taking from you and disappearing

Never to be found

What was once yours

Never to return

The spirits or trauma never finding peace

Reviews

[xoxo]

Again, another powerful piece. It's a good read.