You never really get over it.
You think you move beyond it,
accept it
come to terms with it.
And in many ways you have.
After all, Life goes on
and you move on.
You let it go as you live your life
or you think you have.
Maybe you swat it back from the surface
just far enough so that it doesn’t bubble back up on a daily basis.
Or maybe you avoid triggers
or try to
as some triggers are unavoidable
and make you weary from the constant
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There it is
in your face.
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Sometimes, before you know it, and
without warning.
BAM.
You are often unsuspecting
even years later
that you still grapple with it.
You never get over it,
Not really.
You are seemingly alone
though the statistics prove otherwise.
No one talks about it
apologizes, offers assistance or
throws. you. a. party.
Everyone assumes you are OK
that it’s not a big deal.
You are expected to be OK
to be fine
to participate
to be smiley and happy and genuine.
You are expected to keep your tight jaw in check
to be light and airy
to swat it back.
No one tries to understand
(am I that incomprehensible?).
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Unless you are a statistic yourself.
Then you know.
You understand.
You see it
because you feel it too.
No,
You never really get over it.
Reminders are everywhere.
They’re generational.
Cultural.
Worldwide.
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In 1883, in an effort to raise money for the Statue of Liberty, 
