Reminders of Trauma
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My body is heavy with exhaustion.
The weight pushing me down.
It’s hard to move,
It’s hard to think clearly.
I long for my bed.
My heart, my soul, and my mind,
Lie crushed on my bed.
I notice my thoughts:
I’m tired, I want this to all be over,
I’d be ok if I never woke up.
I let the tears fall.
I try to be gentle with myself.
It is so very sad.