Understanding childhood trauma (or exposure to war) and/or attachment disorder. |
A thousand earthquakes 1. I've lived a thousand earthquakes. My feet do not trust solid ground, but in time, I will learn to trust you. 2. You are like concrete; stable, unmoving, predictable. Even in the presence of your calm, my feet tremble, and my heart keeps time for songs of fear. I am a moving target; a walking, singing contradiction. But look, I'm still standing here singing my song. 3. Sometimes, I catch your smile when you hear me singing. Sometimes, I wish I could tell you how my song drowns out the thud of my beating heart in your house of serenity. You see, sometimes, noise is peace and silence is the birthpain of chaos. 4. But do not stop trying to be my sanctuary, and please do not mistake my mourning song for misery or my silence for a peaceful soul. 5. If birds and children stop singing their songs, they're trying to tell you something no words can ever describe while praying you can hear what was never said. SWPoet See below for details: 4-6-12 SW's attempt to step into the shoes of a teen who has PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) from long term and repeated child abuse and sexual truama. For more information on child trauma, check out www.childtrauma.org, and a book called The Boy who was Raised as a Dog , both by Dr. Bruce Perry, and for information on Attachment Disorder, check out the website www.ATTACh.org . Original version (part 1 only-rephrased: 1. I've lived a thousand earthquakes. My feet have not met solid ground. |