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My trauma is not poetic
My pain is not the turn into art kind,
the what doesn't kill you makes you stronger kind.
it is the back bent and hurricane came and went kind,
the” look how ruined you” are kind.
the you survived but see how fragile you are!!!,
not in a delicate way
in a violent and burnt ash kind of way.
Dear God!!!
you do not look me in the eye and tell me it was a necessary evil to leave me helpless and void, ...