Through the Windshield
A Commentary on Traumatic Brain Injury
Through the windshield
Darkness. Panic
Through the windshield
Alone. Despair
Where did I go?
Tornados and Tears
I have lost Hope.
Depression. Fear
Shame and Confusion.
Pretend to be OK
Shame and confusion
I haven't learned another Way.
My emotions scare me.
Bottle them up!!
Can't handle it all...
Drink them down!
Drink and Remorse
Drink them down!
Drink more of course!
I hid the pain
I caged it all in
And now I see
I let the fear win!
I must trudge through
And speak the Truth
Reach out for Love
And then rise above.
Cry. Move. Breathe. Learn.
And heal in Wisdom.
Through the Windshield
Dark comes before the Light
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