Pinch Me PTSD

I learned never to leave the trodden pathBy walking into a wasp nest.For the 150 wasps that attacked me,Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt that much.Each sting didn’t hurt more than a pinch.But I suppose trauma sometimes doesn’t careAbout how much it hurt in the first place.When you re-live the helpless fear of running through a forestLike

The Unwilling Ghost of Your Ex-Lover

I do not linger in your room at 4 am on purpose.I wish you could sleep through the nightWithout the lamp of my eyesPiercing through your mind.I wish you could sleep in your bedWithout tingles along your spine. But my ghost can’t leave. When we fell in love, our souls recognized each otherLike a squirrel

Long Lost Lyrics

Isn’t it incredibleWhen lyrics you haven’t remembered in yearsRise to your lips once moreLike a prayer written on your soulIn the ink of the ice cream your mother wiped off your 12-year-old face?The beat flows through your veinsTo restart your heart with an infectious joltDefying the monotonous repetition of life.It returns your broken identity to

Musical Moonlight Hauntings

Moonlight, frail and fadingIlluminates golden pagesUsing silver wisps of misty memories.Is it haunting me?Or offering me one final chanceTo reunite myself with my past?Could I remove the dust from the ivory keys,Inhale aging knowledgeAnd let it grow anew from my fingertipsLike an unpruned rose?Could I free myself from a jobWhere my soul silently passed awayAs