Trauma. Comments

'In This Pursuit We Sew Our Hearts With Needles, Mending Broken Pieces And Scars. While You Stitch Each Broken Piece, Your Mind Fills With Trauma. Wanting To Be Released, But You Hold It In So Tightly To Your Chest.' I like this part especially. The whole poem itself really intrigues me, as if the demon is a literal and metaphorical part of us all. Well-written. Keep writing. =)