hieroglyphics of trauma

Like a moth

Nearing the flame

drawn, drawn, drawn

But why

Only tragedy dwells there

But the tragedy takes up so much space in my mind and I fear inevitably it will swarm again

And yet I dove

Back to the cavern

Where the hieroglyphics of trauma

Leave indents in my ideologies

And yet I try to believe

There’s land after sea

There’s rocks after sand

There’s stillness after wind

There’s day after night

There’s laughter after sorrow.

There’s love after death.


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