There is blackness in my heart
It rests in peaceful sleep
It is borne from my trauma
Raised by bitterness and grief
Mostly it lies there
Hidden, out of sight
But when certain pressure points are pressed
The blackness starts to arise
It is triggered by certain memories
Or by words spoken out of turn
It awakes a dormant anger in me
The blackness starts to writhe and churn
It’s more vicious than a cobra
Strikes faster than lightning
It spews out in my words
So quick, it’s frightening
All the hurt and the pain
Comes flooding back
I try in vain
To hold this torrent back
Then all of a sudden it settles
Drifting slowly down like a feather
The blackness retracts into my heart
As the storm is gradually weathered
With time, the blackness contracts
Diminishing in its potency
As healing works inwards
And heals those memories slowly
One day that blackness will go
Replaced by trust and newfound strength
But for now, the healing goes on
Reaching for that blackness in the depths
Hidden Trauma


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