Thursday, 14 January 2016

Therisa Scriptor Pax (January 9, 2016)
The sound
I welcome.

And yet

In wondering
If this lull is
Another trap
To ensnare me
In harm's way.

The first moments
Of a lasting truce.

To me
Until now.

Being able
To trek
Across my soulscape
Without stepping on
A landmine.

Having a sniper
Taking verbal shots
With deadly accuracy
To my soul.

Degrading me.

As if
I have
No absolute value.

Laying to rest
These painful
And toxic memories
Of abuse
Into their graves.

To sleep
A full night rest.

Without being awakened
By the slightest touch
Or sound.

More importantly
No more flashbacks
Or night terrors.

Therisa © 2016

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