A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Trauma Coping
We speak
Heard through the walls, like the throbbing of heavy bass or
A muffled scream into a pillow as we
Choke on the watery deluge rising from our core chakra
You tell us, what we are, what we feel and how to dream but
There are a thousand miles of sand between my heart and the flesh that pumps
Blood into the body, I am marked
Numbered
Locked away by the dark of tartarus
As you ask “What can we do to help” powerless
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