Can I whisper joyful words to you
in times I feel light
without them being evidence against me?
Can I beam? Play? Joke?
Cry over minor inconveniences,
and still fit your diagnosis?
How do I cope healthily,
yet remain a good enough victim
to be worthy of your grace?
I’m not close to there yet.
But if I write enough of these words,
maybe they’ll get lighter.
Grey birds, taking off one at a time,
easing the wire back to baseline.
Still tense, but not quite so taut.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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