COMPLEX TRAUMA & ITS RESULTING DRAMA
Loss upon loss have created a brew
That, once consumed, turns maidens to shrews.
Once lovely and smart, ‘twas true I was blessed,
Now all I see in the mirror is a smoking hot mess.
The path that I chose which led me to hell
Was paved with good intentions,
Not alarming death knells.
Though the death of my soul was a step on the way,
I tried to save it, not sell it,
But it’s gone all the same.
I paid for my passage, so I deserve all the blame,
Yet I might as well tell you,
The cost was insane!
I’m aware that these words hold much melodrama,
But, like I said, my ICD-9 is “Complex Trauma.”
(From 2019, scribbled on a piece of note paper)