The Essence Of Who I Am

I woke up yesterday morning with trauma at my throat

I told my husband I couldn’t breathe but I dont think he heard me

Its hand gripped my neck too tightly

I woke up this morning and thought it was gone but its hiding in my stomach ready to escape at night and turn into insomnia

And maybe one day I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will be in my toes

Mostly gone and forgotten except in flashbacks like an old war drama

Because it never moves away, only around you

And that is the map of truama

M.A.P

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