You cannot speak of this
The way life broke you
Scattering the fragments of your self
To the wind
You cannot tell
The true tale of this
In words
But the truth remains
Buried in your cells
As you writhe in hell
While all around you
Those aghast
Take refuge behind their masks
And hollow platitudes
There is a hell so deep
That no words can speak of it
And all that remains
Are monsters
Who reclaim the soul
Every day
Every night
Keeping it trapped
And encircled
Within that terrifying terrain
A hell of suffering
Which steals all words
All sense
All but the briefest glimpses
Of the light
(dedicated with deep love to all sufferers of trauma)
Emerging From The Dark Night 
I know this all too surreal
Thank You Deborah
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Another brilliant piece. It’s so true to life.
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Thank so so much. Your continued support means the world to me, Gary. ❤
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So so relatable. You really are a brilliant writer
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Aww this was after reading a very painful post about someone’s father who had endured unspeakable trauma. I love the name of Peter Levines book on healing trauma “In An Unspoken Voice” trauma leaves so much unspeakable pain.
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It really does
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