Ptsd Poem by Abraham Onoja

Ptsd



As they say
the tree remembers
what the axe
forgets

everyday I turn
a new leaf of
memory

but the same
thing is written
on all its pages

with twitching
neon ink

I try, I try

grief hacks the
defiant code

I try, I try

the sun sheds
her leaves again

Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: rape
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
So this is a dive into the possible aftermath of rape victims - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's a variety of symptoms, one of which is disturbing memories of the traumatic event that happened

Trauma, contrary to what many conceive, doesn't require a huge catastrophe to happen

It's dependent on how the individual receives the event
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