Life long lacerations
Battle won scars
Deep emotional trauma
Invisible yet touch tender,
All painfully gotten
Along this journey called life,
Ultra sensitive to a
Word out of context, a
Certain tone of voice
Leads to misinterpretation
Crossed lines
Lashing out
Barbed comments
Prickly words
Flashes of anger,
Admittedly
From a place of pain,
Yet repeatedly
Time after time
Bit by bit,
Understandably
Leads to withdrawal
Drawbridge hoisted up
Kept at arms bay
And the biggest fear of all,
Disconnection,
Though the opposite is what I crave most,
But there’s no one else to blame now
For I am the cause
The symptom
The trigger
The wounds red raw
And those barbs a ******
For trauma has a way of hanging around
Leaving its entrails behind