Echoes of the Deep

Trauma Cycle Pt. 2

Wind howls through the lonely abyss

Of a residence that was never home.

People come and go -

The cycle of darkness repeats

For what seems like forever.

Confidence is a myth -

Self-preservation lies in laying low

And not making a statement.

Time ticks begrudgingly on,

A sense of self finally stars to develop -

And after a life of darkness

Demand for light only seems right.

But once confidence is actually put forth,

For the first time -

When a statement is finally made -

That cycle repeats again -

Confirming all those lessons you learned

As a child,

Lessons that are meant for adults.

Trust in one's self is told to disappear,

You're being the villain:

You are the cause of this spread of darkness -

Doubt creeps back in,

Gripping your soul with nails like knives

That dig into your skin leaving lacerations

That leak, discard, all the work you put

Into healing yourself,

Trusting yourself,

And raising your self-worth.

That work is laced into your blood -

The blood pouring from the gashes

In your soul -

Leaving you abandoned.

To be built back up,

All over again.