Reminders of Trauma

· Grief,Trauma

My body is heavy with exhaustion.

The weight pushing me down.

It’s hard to move,

It’s hard to think clearly.

I long for my bed.

My heart, my soul, and my mind,

Lie crushed on my bed.

I notice my thoughts:

I’m tired, I want this to all be over,

I’d be ok if I never woke up.

I let the tears fall.

I try to be gentle with myself.

It is so very sad.