Jul 7
1 min read
A poem about waking up with trauma and managing it mindfully
Hello trauma, here you are again,
greeting me
as soon as eager morning consciousness
enters the light,
with comfort of sleep brutally stripped back.
How can I grow,
your heavy dark clouds always present?
It’s almost as if
you lay in wait for this first morning moment
to pounce,
unannounced, grabbing me before natural joy…