the feeling of trauma, some may never know.

it hurts and haunts, but it will never fully show.

you may try to fight it, and make it go away.

but whatever you do, you’ll hear it screaming “I will always stay”.

it’s like an open box, safely stored away.

but as soon as your eyes wonder, and look it’s way.

it sucks you in and shuts tightly, never to be opened again.

it chokes you, until you can hardly breathe.

and when you’re close to giving up, the invisible hands release.

you may think it’s over, and that the box is finally open.

but it’s all an illusion, and the torture of trauma is a never ending moment.