It's the deep breathing, as if I lost my breath.
It's the hand clinching my chest, as if I could pull the tightness and make it looser.
It's the shaking so bad I almost look like a leaf in the wind.
It's seeing you smile, like you never altered my world.
It's watching you laugh, as if you never did anything wrong.
It's seeing out in public, but you aren't looking around for predators because that's not something you have to worry about.
It's seeing you so happy while, here I am in a crumbling mess that was a whole moments before I seen you again.
I was only 15 and I trusted you.
If I would have known that trust would have stabbed me in the back, stabbed me in the chest, give me a worry that lasts forever....
If I would have known going to school that day 8 years ago would have made you do such an awful thing...
I would have just walked away.
But who can predict something so horrible?....
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: It all about recovery.
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Comments1
I'm sorry for what you're struggling through
if it is based on reality
it seems like addiction, caused
by some form of ptsd
from a traumatic experience
you've still not addressed directly..
sadly, until you do
it will only become an even tighter
knot, to unravel later..
'It's watching you laugh, as if you never did anything wrong.'
the indifference, people's
conceited obviousness
affords them, is when we witness
humanity's capacity for insidious malevolence..
(stay strong, dear poet
I that hope expressing your battle in words, helps
don't wait too long, to try and find
a more permanent solution..
please, don't let one incident or person
taint the rest of your life!)
thanks for sharing
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