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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.
Therisa © 2016
Therisa © 2016
