Bodys Creation

A Poem by Mike Defreitas

When the traumatized self speaks:
All Becomes still
The self screams
And the body becomes so still

So still, stiff, deaf, mute
The most monstrous hypo-arousal
A notorious faint
which swallows the mind

And my sense of time
Slow, so much seen
As I cognitively lean
Into my next thought stream

And I, I, Phenonomenologically
Absent, not seen
Adhedonia
Self is destroyed when it
Can no longer feel pleasure

Implied so well, so basic and
Yet not seen
All motion forward in life
As emotion,

Is a force within
Towards something without

How to maintain, how to counter
The force of
dissociation
Which severs the mind
From the body

The affects give
Orientation

Our life blood
Our self blood
The Body's
Creation