Wandering blindly,
Lost in the fog.
A subtle and gradual submergence. 
The once clear path to self individuation
Becoming rocky and perilous to tread.
Clogged with the wants and needs and trauma of others.
Like limescale to a tap...
Difficult and arduous to remove
And harder still to prevent reoccurrence.


  • WL Schuett

    I like this poem a lot , loved the humor in it

    • camille

      Thank you .. one can only make light of trauma ultimately.. it’s how one survives😊thanks for reading .. C x

    • camille

      Thank you 😊

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