My childhood was a minefield,
mind where you tread.
Buried bombs keep alive,
old stories I forget.
Waiting for the next footfall,
triggering regret.
What’s music to you,
fills me with dread.
Fighting inner battles,
casualty count unknown.
Narcissistic neglect,
no one there to atone
For Abandonment. Abuse.
The words hit home,
Piercing shame in a child,
left, alarmed and alone.
The war might be over,
but the nightmares remain.
A permanent memorial
founded on shame.
Life built in survival
echoes of pain.
Turn a blind corner -
triggered again.
Rebuilding my life,
Lay the past to rest.
An invisible medal
proudly pinned to my chest.
For as I speak out
courageous words attest
To the vulnerability
of being brutally honest.
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To The Core 