The Chaos

a poem of reckoning and resurrection

Life churns 
So we can unearth 
our abandoned. 

We buried our pain alive
so it could not decompose. 

Our past,
unable to rest in peace,
hungry for closure,
decaying, 
but still here. 

Our work:
consent 
to life digging up 
what we buried alive
and never grieved. 

We can free ourselves
and our histories
through the gentle application
of fresh air
and honest tears. 

It feels like chaos 
to resurrect the undead;
to walk the streets
with our zombies and ghosts.

But the way out is through,
and we have a ways to go
with our zombies…

We have been 
running from them
for so long…

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From my unpublished book of poetry, Eat Your Trauma: A Book of Word Candy.

Photo by Renzo D'souza on Unsplash