Trigger Point

By: Ashlee Zlotnick

I feel like a trigger point.
Hidden deep inside the muscle.
I’m larking around waiting…
waiting to be heard.

Everything around me is tense.
Everything is out of place and red.
Their voice is being heard
but I’m still waiting.

I’m slowly being covered up.
It’s like the roof and walls are closing in.
Now I’m even deeper down
and I don’t think I’m going to be heard.

My rage builds up
and I cause enough pain.
Enough to be healed
but finally heard

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