When Sleep Does Not Come
/When I can’t sleep, sometimes, I write poetry. This is what happens When Sleep Does Not Come.
Read MoreSharing openly from the heart. Looking Trauma in the eye.
When I can’t sleep, sometimes, I write poetry. This is what happens When Sleep Does Not Come.
Read MoreThis is a poem about the physical and emotional pain of remembering trauma from the past. It was written a while after another flashback, in the autumn of 2020. I first had the flashback and a few weeks later my body just went into excruciating pain. The emotional pain of remembering was followed by physical pain.
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