Why a human being MUST be their own Soleil & Luna!

 

It is beyond me 
how there are humans
on this earth 
who reside

f.r.e.e. of ANY t.r.a.u.m.a.

residual or otherwise
with a vast imagination 
a proclivity to build 
a myriad of imaginariums
in a picosecond 
yet unable to envision
what that type of scene
would actually look like 

not even morsels of brioche 
to guide a slight path 

anything that would have been
used, devoured by the crows 

an infinite ache
exhibited by many 

my Raggedy Anne Dolly 
help my squid ink & 
parchment secrets 

with every:

“You’re stupid!”
“You’ll never amount to 
N.O.T.H.I.N.G.!”
“You deserve to feel
this bad!”

or even,

the fake disingenuous apology 
from a lost t.e.m.p.e.r.

the human brain and memories
are not always accurate.  There perhaps
are blurred moments however, 
self-loathing presented 
across a lifespan. 

fear 
    trauma
  shattered existence 
      broken 

   whichever word
the one who reading this poem
would like to use 

unafraid of the realities of trauma 
  now other issues, for another day 
in an oubliette