One Day. One Story.

A Lifetime of Healing.

One.

A story among many.

Darkness, anger, and survival,

memories bleed through,

flickering from one memory to the next

turning the mundane,

every day into a nightmare.

I am ripped from the present

to the past of

anguish and despair

secrets that are

buried within,

the muffled cries

forcing the silence.

I am quiet no more.

I will no longer keep this secret.

I will no longer be trapped in

yesterday’s nightmare.

drawing of the author, female with a hoodie with writing 'not all wounds are visible'
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