Reckoning
A poem on the search for self after trauma
I've been haunting these halls for a while now
dancing with the shadows along the walls
Been sifting through the damage and debris
collecting the tokens, mementos of what used to be
I've been building tiny castles from my dreams and memories
but they dont feel like home to me
They aren't shining like they should be
and
they just don't speak to me
The ringing and the static
oh, that's just the post-traumatic
Searing and sounding in my head, it's deafening
This doesn't feel like home to me
and
it just won't speak to me
a god damn reckoning
About the Creator
Breanne Roth
I’m a registered nurse from Texas. In this life, I’m a mom,a daughter, a friend, a lover, a teacher, a perpetual student...and sometimes, I’m just a shadow. Oh, but sometimes, I’m the light.
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