A Lineage of Trauma
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

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.