Unheard Echoes

The Relentless Weight of Survivor’s Shadows

Sometimes.

Sometimes I wish my goddamn neural pathways weren’t scarred to shit by all that toxic bullshit stress.

Sometimes I wish my body could fucking figure out that the danger back then isn’t lurking in every shadow now.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t nail every single box on that cursed ACE test like a punch to the gut.

Sometimes I wish I didn’t jolt like a scared animal at the slam of a door.

Sometimes I wish survivors weren’t left bleeding out emotionally and physically for someone else’s crimes.

Sometimes I wish men actually got slapped with real goddamn consequences for their actions.

Sometimes I wish healing was a swift kick in the ass overnight, not this torturous, lifelong crawl through hell.

Sometimes I wish, but fuck, those wishes just evaporate into nothing.

Sometimes.