Poem №047
Aftershocks rage through my body
Fifteen years past the main event
Pain that is deep and unrelenting
To fight it is to press into the bruises
The invitation is to surrender
But how can I trust myself
to make it to the other side?
Aftershocks rage through my body
Fifteen years past the main event
Pain that is deep and unrelenting
To fight it is to press into the bruises
The invitation is to surrender
But how can I trust myself
to make it to the other side?