“trauma cup”!
The tempest in a teacup, a “trauma cup”!
This one is for you Matt. I have been thinking of your trauma cup, a lot! and how it has defined you, tormented you, and in ways liberated you…
And then it occurred to me that I have one of my own…the day my father left. How I’ve been carrying that trauma in me for decades, fighting it, nurturing it, running away from it, escaping it, masking it…
So I do have to thank you for showing me the glorious monster of fate with its bitten-off fangs lacerating the last remaining vestige of light, of life, and the glory of a silent roar in the heart of insignificance. …Shall we make one final triumphant stance against decay, run headlong at it and rip it off its putrid dominion over putrid life, and reveal the sanctity of indivisible will? Shall we?
On a cheery note, here is a picture of Cherry Blossoms full of trauma cups in a crowd on a sunny SunDay, yesterDay!
cheery trauma cups under cherry trees, click to view full
-Iliad A. Terra
