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Aftershocks

by D'Shan Berry 5 months ago in inspirational
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A poem about trauma's aftermath

Aftershocks
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Aftershocks

I used to stroke my grandma's face

When sitting by her side,

But, now, too often, simple touch

Can make me want to hide.

When I was small, someone betrayed

My innocence and trust;

Leaving me with jagged wounds:

Shiny outside, inside rust.

I wore the facade of "okayness"

Lying to me, most of all.

Robbed of a means of affection,

Fear led me to build up my walls.

There exists hope in my story.

Love patiently comes to heal me.

Slowly, we inch toward progress.

One day, I will rise — truly free.

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About the author

D'Shan Berry

I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.

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