Some
trauma you never heal
These are called scars
Of the past
You live through
with a hope that they wouldn't last
Something triggers it
And suddenly there is emotional blast
You end up in a place where the pain is vast
Pretending brave becomes a task
we master it like a easy children's craft
NOW
you laughed
Thinking no one will notice
And no one will focus
But the emotions provoke us
You run out from their range
thinking it would change
Let the memory In my brain rearrange
Let go off the thoughts that i pretend are strange
Can i get happiness in exchange
Please i need it today especially at this moment
I don't wanna
face the opponent
Blame the component
I go back to their range alone and
Realizing I am weak
Why do I think about
that week
When that person touched my cheeck
I didn't knew my body was unique
She told it me it was a secret technique
Was there any help to seek
The window is where she peaks
And comes back to me
After closing it
And starts exploring my physique
I was six and that was it
Was a six year old fit for this?
She didn't took my permit
But I commit
And submit myself to her
Knowing nothing
what she would do to me
I didn't resist I admit this
But why couldn't she see my
Face that was gloomy
When she brushes her hand through me
And tries pursue me
This memory gave birth to a new me
In a illusion of being free
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SOMETIMES UNSEEN IS PAIN
Poetry"Some trauma you never heal. These are called scars of the past." In this evocative poem, the poet delves into the depths of unresolved pain and hidden wounds. Through raw and poignant verses, the journey of healing becomes a battleground, where mem...
