to write

I've sacrificed
Sleep for it
And minimized
Sweet moments
I've compacted
Trauma for the sake
Of reenacted
Drama for the page
I've exhausted
Brain power in search
Of what caused it
Some word that would emerge
I've tainted my recollections
To further understand
Underlying connections
With every movement of the hand
I did it for the hurt
That broadens the hope
Something hidden in the dirt
That may help me cope.
©noodle