I have been traumatized.
I have watched the ones I love
Slowly succumb to the madness
They always deny.
As if it will give the trauma less weight.
Sometimes, I want to scream-
To shake their shoulders and remind them
That it’s okay to feel,
To be the broken selves that we have become,
To accept that things have been done
That were never
To remember that there are people
Who can never be allowed back,
And that is okay.
Oh, but when they rip the mask away,
That is when I want to hold them,
To kiss away all the ugliness that has fused
With the hearts of those who long to forget.
I want to brush away those invisible tears,
To whisper, in a voice louder than the fears-
“You are now.
You are loved.
You are alive.
You are here.”