The Trauma Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I’m not lazy. I’m just exhausted from fighting my way through every single day.” Mimi Love

The Trauma Dance

The light,
dim the light,
the sound , the noise jars,
turn it down, no, turn it up,
lock the doors, hold the 
blankets tight, shut the 
curtains, no, open the curtains,
what, no, I thought you meant,
O, I know, this is weird, I'm in
the midst of, well, something,
I don't know that I can give 
voice to the sound in my throat,
in my mind, down my spine, 
my body, why am I so sweaty, 
hot, so cold, why can't I feel,
so detached, everything shouty,
angry, not present, totally present, 
so, up, no down, crying, dry,
heart like a freight train, heart
failing, thumping, no feeling,
my head, aching, thoughts so 
fluid, stimulated yet exhausted,
talking like a jet, craving silence,
craving crowds, wanting solitude,
shut up, please tell me more,
will I bother, will I open my front
door, will I feel, will I ever be real?


Copyright 2021 ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon
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52 Comments

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52 responses to “The Trauma Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Bravo. I imagine this as a frantic, fast-spoken poem, read under a spotlight that goes to black with the last word.

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  2. I am sorry you are going through this, Paul, but you have written about it exceptionally. It calls to mind my own health struggles (though yours are not necessarily health-related.)

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  3. I have not been this bad but I do not remember things I said or did during my worst pain filled years, when on so many drugs to try to lessen it. ย I think you describe it well here.

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  4. I call this “a wanting to crawl out of my skin moment.”

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  5. To describe this as a ‘trauma dance’ illuminates just what you are enduring. Thank you for sharing this brutal journey. May the ‘dance’ be slowed down to a more manageable tempo for you.

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  6. Powerful words,well written.I am sorry to hear that you are enduring such strife ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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  7. Guess Iโ€™m the last to know but did not realize or dare to ask if this was autobiographical. If so itโ€™s a very brave explanation for someone like me who tries to understand ptsd and the horror it is. My pain is physical but causes mental pain. My good thoughts are with you and I always have an open mind.

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  8. brilliant description, thanks for sharing your pain, your quandary!

    Most of us met PTSD in Lady MacBeth where the bard described it so well and you have added to that documented history, kudos. Pray you gain new skills to channel it in a positive way, take care kind gent. This was my professional field so please feel free to contact me

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  9. This is such a visceral poem. It was painful to read.

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  10. Let us hope ‘ the fire storm will cool down and a relaxing time will emerge’!
    The Destiny cares for gentle!

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  11. Profound words so well composed, Paul and the picture was perfect with your poem.

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  12. Your words stimulate the experience of uncertainty, the source of trauma.

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  13. sanaarizvi

    This is incredibly strong writing. The emotions here are so palpable. I especially resonate with; “my head, aching, thoughts so fluid, stimulated yet exhausted, talking like a jet, craving silence, craving crowds, wanting solitude.” Sending love and prayers ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’

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