Trauma
Today, the lake swallowed me again.
Rewinding.
Playing out old traumas.
Represented in new faces,
with different colors.
I thought I had learned to swim.
Claws to my back, tearing my spine to shreds.
The monster pulls me to the bottom of the lake,
while I cry silent tears, looking towards the surface.
My tears don’t matter.
I’m caught in an everlasting current,
of repeated patterns and irrational fears.
Press play.
It is when I turn off the music,
and prefer the ringing in my ears.
I learn the silence screams,
louder than any death metal singer.
In the distance I hear echoes of changed perspectives, and new opinions.
Maybe if I sit long enough with the silence…
I‘ll remember that I took swimming classes.
I kick my feet and pull myself through the water.
There are no claws, the monster lives inside of me.