Jun 2020
All through out my childhood
My dad was there, he was great.
When I look back now, It’s conspicuous
He was there, just not there for me.
He was there, just not there for me.
I grew up to seek someone like him
to be there for me.
To be there for me, to feel valued & worthy.
Fact is trauma repeats itself, I felt unvalued & unworthy all over again.
Little did I know, someone like him will again be, just like him.
My dad was there, he was great.
When I look back now, It’s conspicuous
He was there, just not there for me.
He was there, just not there for me.
I grew up to seek someone like him
to be there for me.
To be there for me, to feel valued & worthy.
Fact is trauma repeats itself, I felt unvalued & unworthy all over again.
Little did I know, someone like him will again be, just like him.
Trauma repeats itself.
Because we don’t know it is trauma.
As a way to heal, we add salt to our wounds.
So real, powerful & tragically ironic.
Off course Lack of awareness, understanding and validation from the world around us and ourselves is reason why.
Because we don’t know it is trauma.
As a way to heal, we add salt to our wounds.
So real, powerful & tragically ironic.
Off course Lack of awareness, understanding and validation from the world around us and ourselves is reason why.
