This year has shown me time that has wounded and time that rejoices me.
I falter at memories and I swoon at laughter.
I cannot put pen to paper to tell you what has happened to me.
Not yet.
I only collect others thoughts around a disaster to see other perspectives.
I have swam from dark waters to the shore searching for hope and purpose,
I had realised that somewhere along the way the chains slung around me had stopped me.
Trauma.
The sharks around me keep surfacing, I wish them to go...I scream them to go
But not until I learn how to control them and myself will I survive.
My sleep is tainted with hideous nightmares, dreams where dreams are not conventional.
I have become afraid of the ordinary and become subject to the unknown.
