It’s hard

To sit in the dark

Surrounded

By old feelings

To let them

Materialize brand new

To be searched

Yet again

To be picked apart

To be analyzed

It’s hard

To face your trauma

To feel it

To listen to it

But this time

You get to speak

Here in this dark

The doors are locked

And and it can’t escape

Until you’ve been heard

And you realize

It’s your voice

That lights up the dark

That exposes the hurt

And turns it to ash

It’s your voice

That unlocks the door

That leads to freedom

From the power

The trauma once had