you would think it would eventually heal
the gashes would finally seal
but even fractured bones will ache
long after they’ve healed from a break
so why do they expect perfection
when we’ve been so badly dissected?
we do therapy and group sessions
sometimes we do self-medicate
and we can handle sleepless nights
the constant fear that keeps us awake
looking over the shoulder doesn’t go away
we read every room at a single glance
because danger lies in the emotional vibe
it’s something we’ve been conditioned to recognize
and it’s been proven safety lies in knowing
where the mood is potentially going
keeping the exit in clear line of sight
because we’d rather choose flight than fight
I keep trying to wrap my head around the truth
we’ll always be marked by what we didn’t choose
carry the damage…the baggage…of our abuse
no eraser can ever make it disappear
they see it and would rather steer clear
but not until after they came too near
our trauma becomes our double curse
because pain always follows…
but beauty comes first
but what really fucks us up
is the sabotage so casually done
making us easier to leave…than to love
because we can do all the work
turn gaping wounds into fading scars
but there will always be monsters…
still hidden in the dark
there’ll be triggers we can never defuse
trust that dissolves at the slightest test
because over time we’ve come to learn
the worst is the safest we can expect
and we end up…
spending so much time…
trying to become worth keeping
we forget to figure out who we are
erosion of self…is the unhealing scar
Excellent!
Thank you
Lost for words so WOW will have to suffice.
⭐
Thank you, Peter
Powerfully penned, Willow. Another excellent write with many, many layers my friend. First off this one tugged at the old heartstrings with the raw honesty of your words. The musical arrangement accompanies nicely, especially the blues licks from the guitar chiming in as an exclamation point. That ending line really drove the point home. I got marshmallows for the bonfire. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my friend
Man, Willow the thought and precision of this piece. I feel old wounds seep. Brilliant
Thank you, Fia
Powerful work. Alive with passion.
Thank you, Thomas
Before anything else is the song by You?! or it’s an AI made? Because I was AMAZED by how professional it is, both song and poem! You are indeed talented as Damian said.
Every word of this is mine, written in an afternoon of thought. If I still had enough voice to sing, it would be me singing it too. Instead, I had the arm wrestle AI into making the music for me the way I heard it in my head. I use a template of my own voice to run vocals. I lack the lung strength to sing the way I used to though. Always results in an asthma attack.
I already knew that the words are yours, whatever it is my friend it is still amazing 💖 great job.
Outstanding my friend, outstanding with how powerful the impact of your words is on us, how strong, profound and real the agnish is in your words. it might took a lifetime to get through abuse or trauma, people might not understand this but You don’t need them to understand. I’ve learned that You can stay incompletely healed, that’s okay as long as You can be aware where this affects your life, what actions and decisions do You make because of it. perfection doesn’t mean to be flawless, but to accept this flawless and embrace it, to understand that we are eventually in this 3D world and even if our souls are high and free we are still somehow locked with mundane limits. Sorry if I talked alot but your words inspired it. A brilliant work beautiful friend🤍 peace 🕊️
I’ve come to peace with my trauma and its affects on my life. People will always judge and the number of times I’ve had someone walk away saying “you need to fix that shit” is staggering. This was my attempt to show the reality of being a Survivor from the other side of the river. People are quick to judge what they have no experience with…and I’m glad for that la k of experience. Every once in a while I just need to clear the pipes. Thank you so much, Light💕