Once again I am trapped. There is no escape. The trauma may be over, But the panic shows persistence Like damage Long after the storm is gone. Every benign zephyr Feels like a tornadic threat, And in this collapsed home, I am trapped.
Sara's Original Poems
Once again I am trapped. There is no escape. The trauma may be over, But the panic shows persistence Like damage Long after the storm is gone. Every benign zephyr Feels like a tornadic threat, And in this collapsed home, I am trapped.