Beauty

Trauma turned my light out then shattered the bulb That tentative glow Snuffed

PTSD crouched, fingering the shards Useless pieces in cold hands hardened to survive in dark places Yet could not turn my light on

Blinded, I stumbled tracks light seeking unable to find my own Drawn by false sparks Little sadisms which inflamed then melted my skin Until light became a lie

Fused ugly, PTSD and I fingers peeling scarlet clawed a charcoal sky grazing a glow barely remembered Should I die?

We wondered

Circling, Death paced

drawing inky curtains over hope Expectant Bold Impatient Dauntless Dauntless

Sleepless, Moon

a one-eyed puma slinking sable lowered

Tailing death Hurling stars Before Sun faith risen poked holes in our night

And we crouch PTSD and I, Moon and Sun wearying Death Piecing light-stained shards Our mosaic in tattered dark Until dappled we know beauty