I don't know if what I do comes from me, or from the trembling echo of my wounds. Does this help you?
Love lets your thoughts wander slow. Trauma sets them running wild.
Love teaches lungs to drink the sky. Trauma tells them to hold breath and brace.
Love is a hearth. Trauma—an alarm in silence.
Love melts you into softness. Trauma stiffens you like stone.
Love gives you time. Trauma steals it.
Love is the stillness after storm. Trauma is the storm in stillness.
Love lets you sleep in peace. Trauma pounds the door at 3 a.m.
Love begs you to stay. Trauma urges you to flee.
Love sees you. Trauma makes you hide.
Love builds. Trauma reacts.
Love is gentle. Trauma is loud.
Love is warm. Trauma disorients.
Love asks for nothing. Trauma craves proof.
Love lets you be. Trauma whispers you're not enough.
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av Jeflea Norma, Diana.
Publicerad 2025-07-12 22:08