Life after trauma is like navigating a long, winding road
With your vision obscured by a blindfold
After spring melts the winter’s snow
And reveals the damage to the streets below.
People zip past on their way here and there
While you crawl at a grinding pace, paralyzed with fear.
Unable to foresee what dangers lie ahead,
You view the world with trepidation and dread.
Even when familiar streets become easier to navigate,
The thought of new routes and challenges keeps you awake.
Every pothole that sets you back
Makes you feel your life will never be on track.
You’re moving nowhere in a hurry,
And it makes you want to scream in fury.
All the while people passing by
Without the slightest comprehension why
You’re having such a difficult time
When everything to them seems just fine.
How could they possibly comprehend
When nothing like that ever happened to them?
They could never understand the constant dread
Of wondering what hazard could lie ahead.