A poem for trauma recovery
Joy is a tremulous thing
That flutters in my chest
I cannot speak or move or breathe
For fear it will have left
I can only hold the moment tight
And pray that it will stay
All the while I’m crushing it
Because I’m so afraid
Joy is a tremulous thing
And trauma is a beast
That stalks us in our daylight h…
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