Tag: trauma
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I Will …
take up space, stand my ground, uncover my truth, no part denied. embrace expansion, a higher vibration. resonance, curiosity, delight manifesting. head held high, courageous, unflinching, meet the world eye to eye. embody healing. 🌻
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Happy birthday Mother
Another year passes, her memory preserved. Her birthday indelibly etched in my heart. The hours pass slowly. More questions than answers. Did she know? Where was she? How to hold the dichotomy? No tears of longing, only sadness, despair. Why cry for a mother who was never there? 🌻
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What happened?
As a child of abuse I’m still trying to find Who I am Outside the walls Of dysfunction. As a child of abuse I live in survival. Fear every shoe fall. What’s round the next corner? As a child of abuse, Restrained, arms distance. Vulnerability, too risky. Tears? Laughter? Unsafe. As a survivor of abuse,…
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Permission To Cry
Let the tears flow. Release, inner healing. Let the tears flow. Wide open, cleansing. Emotions repressed Need expression. Let the tears flow. You have permission. 🌻 Inspired by words from Benoit. With deep gratitude 🙏🏻
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Betrayal
Your words and your actions are not in alignment. You say that you love me, but where are you now? I turned towards you in a moment of weakness. Your version of love feels more like betrayal. I’ve been your protector, co-dependent, dysfunctional, But your abandonment revealed, in reality, I used you, to protect me.…
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Why?
What’s your motivation? Are you even aware? Self abandonment, Seeking recognition, Leads to despair. 🌻
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Too Sad to Talk Right Now
Too sad to talk. Paint on a smile. Blank as we walk. Seek distraction. Idle chatter. Thoughts an intrusion. Drive to escape. Dark roads pull me back miles, decades. Painful feelings. Too much emotion is overwhelming. Fly high, far away. Seek out the light of a fresh new day. 🌻
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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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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…
To The Core 