Writing poetry about my trauma
sometimes feels like all I'm doing
in this sweltering heat
is dressing up my emotions,
bundling them in layers of
itchy, pretty word sweaters,
and heavy metaphor coats,
fiddling with lost-in-communication buttons
that don’t quite fit,
and taking the scarves of similes
and wrapping the wool
around their heads–
until they can’t see or be seen anymore.
I imagine that they are crying out,
Thank you for reading!
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About the Creator
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions