Unintentional Triggers

Unintentional triggers
Unlace my skin
And show where the landmines went in
Surgical incisions still raw
Three decades later
In the name of the father
All the empty prayers
From insecure mouths starved
Raising children like wheat
To raze in the harvest
Or as casualties of war
I lie here still
By the river
Red running through it
Intelligent enough to not lash out
It's only my ghosts
And not the lavender dotting the banks
Someday I'll stitch my best intentions
Into a sundae dress
Chocolate dripped
You taught me I was worthless
Before I die
I promise to teach myself I'm more