Trauma is Japanese knotweed. When we cut it down, it will grow back. Some days trauma whispers softly in the breeze, light as air. But it is always here, moving slowly, building to a giant’s roar. Trauma is Japanese knotweed. It grows back bigger, fills us until we gasp, shakes us into little girls, choking in dark corners.
About the Author
Stephanie Piggott is a preschool teacher from Co. Clare, Ireland. She recently fell in love with poetry during Lockdown and is new to writing. This will be Stephanie’s first publication.
