Cutting through the skin like a knife

Bubbles pouring out of my nose

As I sink lower and lower

I keep reaching for the light and almost make it

But black tentacles snake their way upwards

Low whispers

About the past

Slowly and sensually gripping me

Trapping me in my memories

They’re too strong

And I’m pulled back down

I’m told the only way out is to face them, but…

The trauma slices through me each time

Leaving me too weak to fight.



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8 thoughts on “Conflicted

  1. I think you’ve nicely illustrated the struggle with moving on from something that happened in the past. We want to look toward the future, but we need to deal with the past, but if we look back, we lose sight of the future. It’s a difficult circle but you can manage.

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