The little window
In the northern wall
Through which the lovely light falls
When the drapes aren’t closed
The little window
In the northern wall
Through which the lovely light falls
When the drapes aren’t closed
As water falls
In fractured cascade
See trauma’s pain
Fragmented mesh
Of memory and behavior
Slim tenuous tendrils
Strewn across twin darknesses
Of dissociation and repression
Shattered shards of self
Unanchored and adrift
Myself
Left so much behind
In faded memories
Lost to time
Distraction
And repression