Name in the mirror

A poem from my book Trauma Songs and poems of a failed life I wince each time my name appearswritten by my hand, spoken by another’s. Letters that once meant nothingnow carry every storm I never escaped.Matthew.A word that tastes like old wounds,a sound that drags the past up by the throat.When I see it, my whole life reels:mistakes replaying, shadows stacking,all the weight I’ve carried pressedinto seven letters.Sometimes I swear the name itselfwatches me, judging, twisting my […]

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