Every now again my mind drifts or someone says something and then bam.
I get hit with that feeling,
The feeling of living with trauma.
Trauma is that feeling in your throat just before you cry,
The feeling of bile rising up the oesophagus.
Trauma is that heavy feeling in your chest,
The feeling of gravity pulling on every fiber in your body.
Trauma is dizzying, it makes the room spin,
One moment you think you're fine the next you're vomiting up your lunch.
You think you'll get over it but the truth is you never truly will.
Its nauseating,
Trauma, is nauseating
And it'll never go away