Therisa Scriptor Pax (January 9, 2016)

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Silence

The sound

I welcome.

And yet

Dread.

In wondering

If this lull is

Another trap

To ensnare me

In harm's way.

Or

The first moments

Of a lasting truce.

Unknown

To me

Until now.

Being able

To trek

Across my soulscape

Without stepping on

A landmine.

Or

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.

Able

To sleep

A full night rest.

Without being awakened

By the slightest touch

Or sound.

More importantly

No more flashbacks

Or night terrors.


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