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THE TRAUMAS OF YESTERDAY
THE TRAUMAS OF YESTERDAY
Written by Alana Cheng
I’d always feel like I’m being pushed off into the darkness, of letting myself go nowhere but downhill into the shadows, in the cycle of the drain, in the storm to the chaos, in the everlasting rain, to be so lost in the dispute of this disdain, as I just can’t get this destruction of sadness so easily right out of my brain, and it’s truly driving me insane, as I don’t think that anyone can really help to take away this pain, as it’s all just leaving some kind of evidence of some kind of stain, to which the feeling of this deep sadness might fade, but the traumas of yesterday will never be laid, as it’s all in the destruction of the dysfunction to the unrest, as I’m just simply trying to do my best, just to get through the muddling of trying to keep going, with my head above the water, but all the traumas of yesterday are just continuing to stack on top of one another, as yesterday might not be done with me just yet, in leaving me unhealed, as I am feeling so vulnerable and naked in a field, to be so shaken to my very core, especially when all of my inner turmoil of all my troubles would seem to wash ashore, and all of a sudden, I wouldn’t know what I was even living for, as the trauma of yesterday might try to get me down, but there is always a way for me to keep myself from falling away to drown, so far into the deep end of the ocean, but I’m still moving on so swimmingly to keep myself in constant motion, as I’m just trying to take part in this courageous notion, just of having to keep my thoughts of positivity in constant rotation, even when I’d feel like I’m going down the cycle of the drain all over again, I’d just try to tell myself that where I am now, is not where I was then, and despite the haunting of the traumas of yesterday, that through it all, it’s never too late to start all over again today.
