I shatter the image, the pieces are scattered Ripped into the smallest of shreds But I’m feeling empty missing what mattered And knowing it’s still in my head Walking quickly, picking up step Leaving the past behind Not looking back to even check I just want it out of my mind Like an afternoon shadow, it looms and haunts Beating down on my guilty soul I try to escape it, but it forever taunts And I can’t get out of this hole An abandoned house, empty and cold Floorboards creaking in the night And all you can feel is the past you sold To win temptation’s fight Lightning flashes and thunder resounds To mimic the pounding in your head Your past is winning; you’re losing ground And there’s nothing that can be said You attempt to piece the image back together To shake the guilt from your mind But it can’t be reversed – not ever For there’s one piece that you won’t find He took a piece when he disappeared And buried it in the deepest of holes This defines all that you feared – You’ll never get the piece he stole Always wishing to be guiltless, complete But the loss is there to remind Of his thoughtless act and ultimate deceit And the peace you’ll never find
Written October 2008
Talking Through Trauma 