A Lineage of Trauma

Trauma is like a never ending trickle

Its tears cut away at the earth

Carving scars of concentric circles

Around each of us.

A legacy of painful tremors

Begetting a possible lifetime of hurt

Ancestral wounds spreading

Into present day.

Without the conscious work to make it right

By refusing to acknowledge the casualties

Of our kinfolk past and present

It withstands time.

Until the choice is made

The cycle will not be broken

And the tears of trauma

Will rain and reign.

Meghan Corneal Chaudhry

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