on and on.
no one knows
the story goes on
damage to the psyche
trauma, repeat
evidence —
case in point
broken ties,
nothing bound
hush, hush
stay sweet,
stay low —
no one asked
no one wants to know
everyone
wants
me
to
move
on
what is happening?
why are you like this?
sit down, stay still, hush, listen —
nothing,
no response
frozen in place
no one
understands
trauma
and so,
on and on
the story goes
Part of i didn’t ask, a recent poetry collection I put together. I considered putting it into a book, but it’s a small, ongoing collection of poems about my past and who I am today.
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Jess
It still amazes me to this day that people aren’t aware of how much children observe, how much they don’t understand about the world around them, and how often it’s said that it’s okay to say or do something to a child because they won’t remember it when older anyhow. But the child does remember, and doesn’t understand why it’s happening…becomes convinced that it’s because they weren’t good enough, cute enough, not…enough something. Then when a child acts up and wants to explain what’s going on – they’re told to sit still and be quiet…that children are to be seen and not heard. But you know all of this, and your poem captured this perfectly. I hope that these poems are helping you to progress on the healing journey because I know that they’re helping others who come across them.
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