What if trauma

was a dragon

Every traumatic event

a single beast

All different: 

sharp, vicious,

breathtaking, freezing,

scorching, ferocious,

blunt, overwhelming...

and each and every one

invisible to you 

and any untrained eye

They drag you away 

to days long forgotten

hidden in folds 

of time and soft cotton

Their scales scrape your skin 

and bring your scars to light

The screams in your head, 

keep on piercing the night

Their fires forge an armour, 

so dense you can’t fight 

You chase them away, 

and they come back to bite

Crawling away, you just bring to light

that there really is

-nowhere-

to hide

Mastering dragons

takes faith, focus and might:

it is no small task, to pretend you're alright...

as you walk your path, with this herd by your side:

Bide your time

To stand your ground

Look them in the eye

And call out their crime

May they 

roar and rumble

fall and tumble

shrink and crumble

And finally say goodbye