Trauma Drains
Horrible things happen
And sometimes you’re a kid
You stand there and it happens and you disconnect from the world
You have to live with it, especially when it happens over and over again
The things become a cage with bars so wide that you
Turn off your personality for safety
And you just simply make it through
And healing those things is sometimes worse
Because you are no longer in bars
But trauma drains
And you just have to sit through it
Nature almost always takes care of certain actions
And over time, whether it’s seen or not,
The horrible things do feel their actions
And they have to sit through it
So anger is unnecessary
And patience is necessary
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Those last two lines were quite unexpected, but a very good way to end this poem. The repetition of various words also helps keeps this a tight despite the sensibly chosen vagueness of ‘things,’ which allows the reader to find their own connections to the poem. Very nice work.
The things become a cage with bars so wide! Great metaphor for your emotions!
Oh my heart.