Traumatized

For a long time, I dealt with resentment
just the sound of my family’s voices
or their names would set off sirens
in every direction in my head. Memories
of the past still sits with me
and keeps me company at night; I was
traumatized almost to the brink of madness
I kept the door open to darkness.

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