Transgeneration trauma

A new world

Where transgenerational trauma is a road map for changing the narrative

Where a person can express

You hurt me

Without the other questioning the validity of their experience

A heart shattered into a million pieces

Wounded, on the floor

Crouched on hands and knees trying to jigsaw everything I know

The shards of glass, fragmented

blended into the all

Pieces going flying

Paper cuts

And deeper, as we fall  

Cleaning out the emptiness

Examining, in order to understand

If we were more than lonely souls

Trying to piece together an experience

Holding each other’s hands

Emotional unavailability

leads to questioning

Absence, not presence, of pain

Fragility in believing healing is

what we deserve

To kill patterns

and internal wars

Of endless torture, recycled

Language regurgitated

Spinning

Landing

Each generation, with no gain

What if when scapegoats

are re-building

all they’ve ever known

Those around them started learning

Seeds of understanding

The base camp connection

Kindness and gentleness sown

Stigma and shame reduction

seems to be left to the seekers

Those, of truth, feeling

and aching, too much

To expel the pain after analysing it

Years after denying being touched

Universally, becoming more human

is what we hope for through

allies and friends

We speak on stumbling

The epidemic of trauma

Shedding layers of skin

We will not numbly nod, in pretend