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Trauma
April 12, 2019
Mama once told me
“Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words can’t hurt me at all.”
Well mama, if that’s true,
Why does my heart feel bruised?
Broke a bone or two,
Yet nothing hurts more
Than hearing those sounds come from you.
But words cut deep,
Abuse of the mind.
And I can’t stop replaying
The haunting images of
His eyes piercing into mine.
A body racked with tears –
No, it can’t be mine.
If words are only sounds,
Why can I feel my heart begin to die?
Little babies don’t deserve to die –
Aged 10, 11, 9
Thoughts become a remote control
Fast-forward, replay, rewind
The trauma on the mind
Channels that won’t change,
But I’ve seen this show a million times.
A voice wrecked with sobs,
No –
This is not fine.
© Brittany L., Wolfforth, TX
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During an anti bullying assembly at my school, a wave of sobs washed over me. The presenter went into great detail about young children killing themselves due to bullying. The situation was intense and I lost it. The assembly replays itself in my mind all the time. His words moved me to an extreme emotional response. I have never cried so much in my entire life. The experience almost traumatised me in a way. I connected too much to the bullying aspect of the assembly.