What I Want
I want to dance on my trauma. I want it to be crushed in a stronger embrace. I want my parents and family to be able to dance with me. I want my parents to dance with joy knowing their daughter is better, healed. I want miracles. I want my trauma stained eyes to never have to endure anything like this again. I want to break down, this time, not holding anything back. I want to beat myself and tear my clothes. I want to scream forever. I want to collapse and cry until I drown in it. I want to help others who have suffered so badly that they just made it through, with barely their imaginations left.