Dawn & Dusk

This poem talks of one of the challenges I have faced in recovering from depression.

I am learning that we have to open up to safe people to heal. And though healing hurts, staying wounded hurts even more

A lament

What will I suffer for?
For what will I bear this pain?
The trauma inside of me
Bears fruit once again

In every interaction
It stirs from its rest
A splintering knife
In the centre of my chest

If I choose to be real
Vulnerable and genuine
Then for days I will suffer
Feel the torture within

But if I shield myself
Then I must face
The distancing of relationships
As by others, I am replaced

So what will compel me?
To choose the way of pain?
What will be the mission
For which I will suffer again?