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Trauma Class

A lesson from the school of hard knocks

By D'Shan BerryPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Trauma Class
Photo by Edwin Andrade on Unsplash

Who would I be without trauma?

Perchance happier, but less wise;

Less needy of medications,

But less in tune with others' cries.

— —

I wouldn't trade my compassion

In order to lessen my pain.

I've learned more of love from my suff'ring

Than I could otherwise attain.

— —

Sympathy — fruit of our sorrows,

Tenderness towards people's grief;

The capacity to offer

Sacred silence, love, and relief.

— —

So, yes, my trauma has changed me,

For the better and for the worse,

But post-traumatic growth exists;

Trauma needn't remain a curse.


About the Creator

D'Shan Berry

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

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