Whispers in the Wound
The Significance of Childhood Trauma as the Cause of Many Mental Illnesses is Being Ignored by the Officials in Psychiatric Community.
Whispers in the Wound
Childhood echoes, raw and wide,
Carve rivers in the heart's dark side.
A house of shadows, built with care,
Where trauma lingers in the air.
We grow with smiles, masks of grace,
But scars remain we can't erase.
Anxiety tightens like a noose,
Depression hums — a wild excuse.
Hyperactivity, a desperate song,
Trying to right what once went wrong.
But doctors scribble scripts with haste,
Ignoring roots in bitter waste.
They dissect symptoms, name the flaws,
Label minds with clinical claws.
Yet in the soil of childhood pain,
The seeds of madness sprout and reign.
What if we dared to lift the veil,
Listen to each whispered tale?
Held the child within the grown,
And healed the wound we left unknown?
Until we see what's buried deep,
No pill will help us truly sleep.
For trauma's truth demands a voice—
To reckon with it is our choice.
About the Creator
Katie L. Kashan
I am retired, and for the first time in my life have time to pursue some passions that have been left in the back burner. I hope to develop emotional resilience and help others do that, too. My writing is AI assisted.
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