Post traumatic stress disorder

By Alyssa   

He didn’t steal your light
your light cannot be stolen
but he turned it off
and hid the switch
at the end of the darkest maze
and throughout it he scattered parts of yourself
you had forgotten
or perhaps never even knew about
and there you were
at the start
you took a soft step forward
but the maze had traps
and you felt stuck
hopeless
panicked
but like all mazes
there is an end
and even the most difficult of them
can be conquered
with time.
move forward
with patience
if you have to turn back around
keep trying
and there it is
your light.

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