Poem #333

The life of trauma means saying
“I knew it” instead of “I can’t believe it”
when the worst scenario comes to life.

The life of trauma means being
relieved when you lose because
it’s so familiar to you.

The life of trauma means sleeping
awake because you’re  just waiting
for the other shoe to drop.

The life of fear, of expecting the worst.
A brain in anticipation of pain.
A young body being a home to an old soul.

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32 thoughts on “Poem #333

      1. You’re welcome!

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  1. I love your web site and your posting. Right now, I suspect we all are living A Life of Trauma due to COVID-19. Tough times do not last–tough people do. Thank you for taking a look at A New Normal. Take care. Bob

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