Sometimes violation looks ordinary.
It can have a calm appearance and a soft sound. This makes it look harmless to the one that it is happening to.
A harmful secret- that’s actually what it is.
But trauma exposes the secret.
Trauma doesn’t know time, sequence or any kind of order and organisation.
At any given moment it can trigger a flood of feelings, none of which will be too late or too early to hit you. Because feelings are eternally relevant.
Trauma can’t be contained.
It will lay its mess before anyone at anytime; it doesn’t wish to carry itself well.
It will not politely knock at the door of your breath. It will barge through your seemingly small cracks, ones that you thought were not big enough to accommodate any further destruction.
Trauma is resilient.
It will find a way into you, caring less about your rules.
So don’t ask me why I only chose to speak up now.
It’s a miracle that I still have enough of myself to speak at all.