p.t.s.d.


trauma
c-o-n-g-r-e-g-a-t-e-s
inside a bro/ken

b
e
i
n
g

at 2 ½ years of age  
the blood waterlogged
land of my birth -- was left
behind.

memories from
a tender age had been
o-b-l-i-t-e-r-a-t-e-d

to

p
    r
      e
         s
             e
                 r
                     v
                         e

the potential
                of what
       i could become.  

snapshots
     frantically erased
from my mind. 

although,
         my shell houses
  awareness
           which can feel  
an environmental
     shift.

once settled
       my parents  
              decided a visit
                          to cape cod

was in order,
              as it wasn’t
                            a long drive
                                      from montreal.

if i focus
         on this specific
                           memory,

the impression
                of the salt carried
                          by the wind and water
            still imprints on my visage.

Inspired By Anna Mazzotta, Cape Cod

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