I walk through days that feel the same,
a quiet ache without a name.
The world moves on but I stand still,
caught in shadows I can't unfeel.
A scent, a song, a passing place,
can bring it all back and I have to face.
Not seen, not heard, but always near,
a whisper stitched from pain and fear.
My body held what words could not,
the silent battles that I fought.
Bruised in ways no eye could see,
a storm that lives inside of me.