There Was A Life I Just Lived Complete With Many Hyphens And Several Commas…
I Took On This Life With No Choice It Filled Me With Some Joys And Plenty Traumas…
A Person Is At Their Best When They Face Their Fears…
When Used Right Traumas Went From Being My Harms To Becoming My Peers…
I Took On The One Emotional First Because It Seemed To Scream Louder…
Plus I Was Told You Should Work On The Inner First Instead Of Starting With The Outer…
The Emotional Thing Was Tough Even Long And Sad…
I Guess That’s Better Than Being Stressed, Mad, And Full Of Dread…
When It Came To The Physical Part Most Of The Hurt Could Be Repaired…
Momma Didn’t Raise No Fool So In A Lot Of Things I Chose Not To Be Ensnared…
But Those Were Those Hidden Traumas That The Naked Third Eye Couldn’t See…
Some Made Me Seek True Therapy Some Caused Me In My Bed Sheets To Pee…
One Day I Decided To Be A Friend To Trauma Instead Of Making It My Foe…
I Addressed It With A Call And Said I Would Soon Be Knocking At Its Doe’…
When I Came To It To My Surprise He Was A Surly Old Dude…
Telling Him I Wanted To Heal He Gladly Accepted Me He Was Coy And Not At All Rude…
He Was A Hybrid Of Thought Working Together We Could Do This…
But His Heart Made Him Jesus While His Actions Made Him Judas.
-TheDreadedWriter-