Tag: CPTSD
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It’s my party …
Seated at campfire, Flames leaping, high. Excuse me while I hug My bottle of wine. Sing, rousing chorus. Parts harmonize. Bitter-sweet melody draws tears from my eyes. Wine-soaked, glass empty. Numbness, relief?Unanswerable questions. No end to this grief. 🌻
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Two parts
** Trigger warning ** This poem is about trans generational (physical, emotional and sexual) trauma and abuse Two exiled parts buried, Thrust down so deep. I knew all along. That’s why no sleep. Peace of mind eluded me. How could it not? When I had denied myself and forgot. Two protective parts of me, both…
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Decluttering
Letting go … One thing at a time. Pace yourself. Give away … Physical clutter. Less is more. Releasing … Limiting beliefs. Free to be. Surrender … You are where you are Meant to be. Just breathe … Transformational. Feel at one. 🌻 Happy Thanksgiving! Today I am grateful to have my dear, patient husband…
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I find speaking to you terrifying
I find speaking to you terrifying, Because my fear of abandonment Looms menacingly over me. My neck on the guillotine. I find speaking to you terrifying, ‘Cause I find your anger triggering. If I fail to show up perfectly, I might trigger your wrath. I find speaking to you terrifying. One wrong word and I’d…
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Just Be Happy
Such high expectation, That happiness is waiting Around the next corner, The natural order. As if years of suffering Could yield to offerings Of love and abundance. Not my inheritance. Tender years, innocence, A gift of resilience, Amidst the dysfunction, Devoid of affection. Despite high-achieving, No Praise receiving, Until a necessity, A public formality. Belatedly…
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Stuck
The pain at my core Is toxic and raw The pain in my heart Tears me apart The weight of the world Overwhelms my soul No tears to relieve Numb, I freeze. 🌻
To The Core 