A poem about the recovery the months following the hospital stay. Everyone seemed to think the hospital would magically fix the problem and the pain and medication adjustments lasted another 6 months before I felt like I was really starting to make progress.
The Mask
You see the smile
All I see is the pain
You see the happy pictures
All I see is the mask
That I put on
Those that know
Think I’m recovering
They don’t really know
It’s only getting worse
The trauma is piling up
And they think
The meds have fixed it all
I still see the pain
Behind every fake smile
I still see the struggle
I’m trying not to show
I still see the pain
piercing through my heart
You’ve stopped reaching out
Because you think it’s all done
But for me the healings just begun.
Mother Hidden 
Extremely well written, and a great reminder that there aren’t immediate “fixes” and people need support longer than we as a society tend to think.
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