Anonymous
Dad
Processing family trauma one poem at a time.“Can we pretend things are how they used to be?”Can I look for my own reflection instead of yours in the mirror? The moments between heartbeats are the only ones your voice doesn’t follow. I can no longer hear affection after seeing your rage. Listening makes my ears bleed now. “Can’t you just let it go?”Can’t you just let me go? My teeth ache from clenching my jaw.My throat, from choking down responses to keep peace, is...