Trigger

Everything has changed

Yet, almost nothing at all.

The rooms are quieter, calmer and relaxed

There is space to breathe a full breath.

I can close my eyes and let my shoulders drop.

There is peace here.

But my body tenses at the sound of every vehicle that passes by in the night.

I can finally sleep, but find myself panicked, running to the window when I hear an engine humming a little too close.

Headlights shining through the curtains, dancing along the walls have my heartbeat racing.

All of it reminding me of the trauma that walked out the door, still finding ways to trigger me in my solitude.