Diversive Ramble

The words unspoken Not even a whisper in my head

Silence is everything

Silence is survival
When I do speak it’s too loud

My ears ring and my nerves are over tightened strings vibrating

I don’t say the right words

Not then

Not now
A scream trapped in the root of my person

A permanent fixture

No amount of pulling and tugging will remove it

Trapped in the sound

A moment in time…frozen and inescapable
My throat is raw from calling your name

All these years I beg for a response and all I get is the echo of my own voice.

Your name suspended in the air

Broken glass

Broken bones

Broken heart

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Published by E or Ms. Lioness

Poet, survivor and thriver. Neurodivergent and not afraid to show it. Mental health advocate, trauma survivor, Dx: Depression, anxiety, panic, C-PTSD, ADHD and there is a very strong change I reside within a spectrum you may have heard of…. I accept that there is darkness in me. I accept that when you have experienced trauma, for much of your life, there is no escaping your dark side. I choose to be mostly good and I accept that the good and bad is all mine.

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