Dull ache at the temples.
Painful, clenched jaw.
Blank eyes, tight shoulders,
Heavy hearted, withdrawn.
Who is that person,
The reflection I see?
Unsmiling, remote.
Is this really me?
Stays out of the limelight,
Afraid to be seen.
Avoiding attention,
Safer unaccompanied.
To speak my story.
Every word rings true.
Reflected back in their eyes,
“I’m sorry that happened to you.”
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To The Core 