Trauma

A shadow falls, unseen, unheard,

A chilling wind, a whispered word.

The ground beneath, once firm and sure,

Now cracks and crumbles, can't endure.

A searing light, a blinding flash,

A memory etched, a burning gash.

The world contorts, a twisted scene,

Where joy once danced, now fear is keen.

The laughter fades, replaced by fright,

A constant echo through the night.

The body tenses, a hair-trigger start,

A fragile shell, a guarded heart.

The world spins on, a distant hum,

Detached and numb, the senses numb.

A hollow shell, where laughter died,

A hollow echo, where trust once lied.

But deep within, a flicker waits,

A tiny spark at sorrow's gates.

A strength unseen, a will to mend,

To rise above, and start to ascend.

The path is long, the climb is steep,

But with each step, a promise to keep.

To face the scars, the memories hold,

And piece by piece, the story unfold.

For trauma's grip, though strong and tight,

Can't hold forever, in the fading light.

With gentle hands, and healing grace,

We'll find the strength, to find our place.

The sun will rise, on wounded ground,

And hope will bloom, with a healing sound.

The scars remain, a whispered tale,

But we'll rise above, and learn to prevail.