I wake up in a sweat 

To my body, it’s still a threat .

Woven throughout the fibers inside 

Is where my trauma, my pain  subsides .

I scan my body- my head to my feet 

I feel hopeless, saddened, beat.

I didn’t ask for this nasty string

That complex trauma seems to bring.

By day I walk and mask the pain 

By nightfall I am completely drained.

Then there are days I feel inspired 

That maybe I don’t have to live in the muck, the mire.