POETRY
Triggered Again
Free Verse poem

These tirades aren’t directed at me but I remember when they used to be When outbursts struck me full force slammed me against a bookshelf Where bruises lasted for weeks and the pain has never ceased
My back still bears the trauma of your momentary madness and even now, my body reacts as though each guttural scream was meant just for me
And the pounding, pounding, pounding of your fists on the table and the stomping, so fierce, so loud of your feet on the floor and I am back there, back then, once more
How can I pretend to love you when I am triggered by your tantrums? When my body cowers from each blow not even aimed at me? How can I ever recover from this PTSD when my body’s memory won’t let me be?
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her creative writing blog, Ravyne’s Nest and random ramblings on her personal blog, A Delicious Torment.





