Excellent song by Simon and Garfunkel that I relate to in an odd way. It’s not exactly my story, but so much of it resonates with me.
There are days when I just feel tired. Not in the sense that I didn’t get enough sleep, but in the sense that the weight of my past settles on me and I feel unable to stand with that weight on my shoulders. It’s hard to explain, but I’m guessing many of the trauma survivors who read this will know exactly what I mean.
‘The Boxer’ talks about someone who leaves home early and survives the streets on his own. The last few lines are what I relate to so well, and again, I’m sure this will resonate with other trauma survivors as well:
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
‘I am leaving, I am leaving.’
But the fighter still remains
Regardless of the trauma, people have an innate sense of survival. Even if we have to back out sometimes or take routes we don’t exactly want to take, the fighters within us still remain.