Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

I keep coming back to your essence time and time again. And then I beat myself up while asking why. I do this because to this day you have left me no ryhme, no reason; you never told me what I did wrong. Did you amass me from the gutter's moss to make you think you can discard me at your will; leaving me to pick up the heavy- laden pieces? In numerous ways and cunningly formulated strategies, I ask relentlessly but I am continuosly expelled. But I love you, Good Heavens I do but whenever my heart screams those three sharp words, only hardened sound- proof walls slap me in the face. No response. And then I bleed. Profusely! I gave you the best parts of my being. I gave you "me". Though you were not able to exist in my world as I would have so desiredd, I would figure that at least you could explain to me why you've left me searching the universe for answers that mock me while I sleep. Not even my dreams are safe from your presence; my subconsious caves in when your mem...

If you think you fear a loaded gun, you truly do not know fear...... What about that sudden jolt, that grappled hold of the throat, that anxiety in the gastric pit of your stomach? Your ego tickles at your trauma but this time your reaction is not to laugh; you flee while your nerves send signals causing you to choke. And just like that you're triggered!  An indescribable sensation that instigates flight because just that fleeting second sent you into the guts of despair that you had worked so desperately to crawl right out of........Trauma is pain that disguises itself into the fabric of our being and just when you think you're come close to the light, you can feel its thread waeving through your vessels; walls crumbling as your world starts to shake , more ferociusly than it ever has. There's no ultimate and complete healing. It's only a facade. There's only days where the volcano is dormant and times when the volcano erupts and the lava emerges. And flows and flo...