Traumas
The traumas of the past
Embed themselves
Deep inside.
And fester.
An acid
In the mind,
That erodes
All that is good.
At times forgotten
But merely lying dormant
To rise
Ever larger
Until
It swamps
The psyche
And perverts
The being;
The core of all time.
The traumas of the past
Rise
Like grotesque monsters
Escaping
From the
Clammy, Claustrophobic clutches
Of a deep internal tomb.
To strangle
The life
Out of the present.
No trauma is ever healed.
Opher – 28.12.2024
In my experience I see the damage done.
We think we are resilient but we aren’t. The human mind is a delicate machine. Our minds are complex and susceptible to harm. Once damaged they never heal. We can never unsee, unfeel or forget.
The damage may lie dormant in the subconscious but it festers and works away at our sanity.
Every betrayal, every abandonment, every injury and pain is stored up and presents itself in hurt, in protective behaviour, in withdrawal and psychosis.
It’s not just the major things, the PTSD, the major breakdowns, even the lesser stuff throws us off kilter.
The bullied bully. The hurt hurt. The abandoned always leave. The unloved cannot love. The damaged damage.
The world runs on fear and hate. Politicians stoke it.
The world runs on pain.
Just imagine if we could heal all those damaged minds and run the world on love and compassion?