What is left of trauma is redemption. Redeem what others have taken away. Withstand the fight to have the last word with whom you’ve once loved, or love. Everyone’s isn’t intent. Taken out of context when tension rises upon opportunity. The rare discretion overpowers what we give into loving that someone. Red flags become clear as the days shadowing the foggiest of nights. These cases show no promises to another day. Relive the let downs. But move forward with open arms. Hugging the ones who are there. Because you’d never let go onto this moment for the better of their worst.