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Trauma & PTSD

Time: The Gift That Keeps Screaming — Jaded

By Poe
January 1, 2024 2 Min Read
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It doesn’t just whisper its secrets.
It slams down on the table like an old friend who’s had too much to
drink—
a few scars, some bruised memories,
and just enough bitterness to leave you wondering
if you ever really knew who you were.
The gift it leaves behind isn’t wrapped in ribbons;
it’s the kind of gift that keeps you up at night,
scratching at wounds you thought had healed.
A cruel joke dressed as an opportunity.
It demands your full attention
but offers nothing in return.
Every moment a test you never signed up for,
every lesson a burden,
and yet you’re expected to smile and pretend
you don’t feel the weight of the world
pressing down on your chest.
Patience is a mantra,
but the clock keeps ticking faster,
mocking you with every second.
And all you’re left with is the illusion of control.
It takes your failures,
wraps them up in shiny new packaging,
and dares you to open them again.
This time, it’s got a new twist—
a fresh heartbreak, a strange phone call,
maybe even a whole new mess of things to untangle.

You can’t escape it,
no matter how many lessons you think you’ve learned.
And somewhere, deep down,
you know it’s setting you up for the same game,
only with a different set of rules.
(Spoiler: You haven’t outgrown it.)
But there’s a whisper,
an echo from somewhere beyond time,
calling your name.
It’s not from anything you’ve known,
or something you can escape.
It’s… something else.
Something that might just change everything.
But before you can listen,
the clock strikes again.
And this time—
it sounds like the last one.

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