Storing experiences and retrieving them, using them in life, how you react to others in life. If you do not know how traumatic experiences where stored in you, you will not understand why at times you react as you do. You self will not know it self and the parts of you that are buried alive will cry out in pain until you pay attention to them. Sometimes people do not even know that they were traumatized, the collective denial of the family cover-up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People are good at covering things up. A great poem.