It’s been a while

Too long, even

Days and weeks

Months, maybe even a year

I don’t know where to go from here

I thought I had gotten as low as I could

And yet, the new day still surprises me

The immense numbness

The lack of feeling anything at all

Wasn’t this what the therapy was for?

Isn’t talking it out supposed to fix me?

As if, right?

When has anything been that easy

When will anything be that easy

The trauma, old faced with new

Eventually it’ll boil over

One day it may just become too much

What happens then?

I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the headlines

The options are never ending

Imagine the waves it could cause

Beauty, in the form of pain