I can’t keep hiding the trauma, I can’t erase the imprint of trauma. I can’t spend life standing guard, imprisoning the flashbacks and triggers that teleport me back through time and space. I can’t dismiss the reason why I veered off the path others expected of me. I hide my pain like an illegitimate child.
I’ll just leave it be to have a space beside me. Can’t carry it anymore. I’ll let it have a place in my heart, for however long it needs.