The Death Rattle of Trauma

Hush little baby

don’t say a word

don’t make a sound

you mustn’t be heard

~

Your joy is a lie

your fear is the truth

you must keep quiet

so we don’t hear you

~

We don’t want your worry

we don’t want your doubt

We want you silent

obedient

devout

~

Your peace must be earned

your joy must have proof

our lies must be louder

they must become your truth

~

Hush little baby

Don’t scream or cry

Surrender your voice

and let your hope die

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Sometimes the echoes of fear snag on their way out.