A Slow Bloom
History of Trauma damages the ability to focus
A Slow Bloom
Her mind, a maze of echoes long unfurled,
Whispers of a fractured world.
History etched in hidden scars,
She wears the weight of distant stars.
Focus flutters like a fleeting bird,
Directions tangled, lost, unheard.
Fog rolls thick upon her path,
Each step a reckoning with the past.
Attachment, a perilous shore,
She builds no bridges anymore.
Fear clenches tight, a heavy chain—
A shadowed guard against the pain.
Yet within her quiet flame,
Burns a spark no fear can claim.
When curiosity finds its bloom,
It fills the cracks, dispels the gloom.
She stumbles, falters, starts anew,
Climbing slow where others flew.
Lessons sink into her skin,
A rhythm learned from deep within.
Body, heart, and soul aligned,
A testament to her own mind.
Not swift, not easy, but profound—
The triumph of her steady ground.
About the Creator
Katie L. Kashan
I am retired, and for the first time in my life have time to pursue some passions that have been left in the back burner. I hope to develop emotional resilience and help others do that, too. My writing is AI assisted.
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