trauma

  • The Nightmares

    The Nightmares

    When darkness finds my weary eyes,The ghosts return once more.They walk the halls I cannot leave,And knock upon my door. They wear the faces time preserved,The ones I cannot save.They speak without a single word,From every silent grave. Some came from nights I called my home,Where fear became my guide.A child who learned that some…

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  • The Fear I Carry

    There is a fear living in me that I can’t shake. It is not sudden. It did not crash into my life in one dramatic moment. It grew quietly, like a storm creeping over the horizon, and by the time I realized how dark the sky had become, it was already too late to pretend…

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