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.
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Author:
Camille (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 14th, 2017 13:21
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I like this poem a lot , loved the humor in it
Thank you .. one can only make light of trauma ultimately.. it’s how one survives😊thanks for reading .. C x
Thank you 😊
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