#poetry about trauma

[sweetsweetperil]

Ribbon and lace

Wrapped around my waist,

So tight I can barely breathe

Take the air right out of me,

Slowly, softly,

I beg you,

Please

[poemsonmars]

my doctor wants me to

write about my trauma,

as if the thought alone

doesn't make me physically sick.

as if i don't spend every poem

trying not to write about him.

i don't want to write about

how he's still controlling my life.

how even all these years,

and all these miles later,

all it takes is someone

mentioning his name

to make me nauseous.

and angry. and terrified.

i am tired of being terrified.

she asks me where in my body

i feel the trauma the most

and i tell her everywhere.

i tell her if it was

localized to one area,

i would have cut it off by now.

i feel it everywhere.

like when you take too deep

of a breath and everything hurts

for a minute, but indefinitely.

i don't know what i did

to hurt indefinitely.

-mars

[western-fence-lizard]

rah rah healing from trauma etc (wip)

[aseelayelia99]

I am only a Woman

I begged you to love me and your answer was my cries.

And now that I’ve packed my bags you’re rambling about our highs.

As you throw shit around and yell that I am hostile.

But I don’t wanna start a war. I wanna get back my smile.

Don’t know if it’s a breakdown or a breakthrough, but something in me is broken,

And I can’t heal when around, you I am frozen.

Bleeding lips.

Stepping on my fingertips.

Waiting for my slips.

Your lies are pretty like the colors you splattered on my face.

Your eyes linger as you tell everyone you love me, just in case.

I have never seen someone hate the one they love this much.

I hate that no one sees me flinch at your touch.

Don’t beg on your knees and think that everything will be forgiven.

God loves unconditionally, but I am only a woman.

Inspired by a writing prompt posted by @betweenthetimeandsound

[honeyednotes]

Untitled

you have no idea of the hells I have walked through to be standing here in front of you

I did not want to burden you with my scars, old and faded like a line on a dusty chalkboard, but they still cause me so much pain

when they flare up, coping mechanisms slip in unnoticed, until I realize that I have been three feet behind my body for days

I force back into myself, like fitting a glass slipper on an ugly stepsister, but it doesn't take long to remember why I left

anxieties accost me from all angles until I reopen the door and sneak back out, overwhelmed, and the cycle repeats itself

by Brie Thomson

[imbadatparking]

OBSERVATIONS MADE ON THE CAR RIDE HOME 4/18/23

gorillaz is singing don't be sad for me in my ears

the sun is in my eyes

i'm tired

my brother says to me you look skinnier

the force of gravity is pushing me side to side. when i close my eyes, i no longer exist

there's dogs in the backseat that BARK BARK BARK everytime anyone comes near

my stepmother called and my brother's girlfriend asked if everything was okay and i said yeah, course

the car bluetooth is not connected, the silence is too much, even though i have my earbuds in

the car stops and stalls on top of a hill. my brother restarts it. we keep driving

my sister sends me a text. it's a snapchat reel.

the wind is howling

i need to let go

[carehouse18]

twinkle around my wrists

i want to eat the stars

consume their cores and melt their fires into beads.

i want to gather the beads and weave them together with cord

and carry them around my wrists.

i want to fidget with the stars, feel them warm

my cold heart as i stumble

and feel the weight of them to ground me

to a planet they outshone.

i want to be burned so kindly by

something i choose, instead of being scarred

by blindsides and fists on counters

because i am so over it.

i want to be selfish just this once

and feel them twinkle around my wrists,

so that one day, before a slice becomes a scar,

i’ll be able to unleash the stars.

[thedarkmaidenn]

Poetry Prompt: careless arms

I was indecisive while naming this poem. At first, I was going to title it “The Dark Maiden”. The Dark Maiden was coined by the late Shekhinah Mountainwater. In her book, Ariadnes Thread, she shares her idea of there being a fourth aspect to the triple Goddess. The fourth aspect being the Dark Maiden. The Bright Maiden waxes, the Mother is Full, the Dark Maiden wanes and the Crone goes dark. She mentions how every young woman enters adulthood as one of the two Maidens. The Bright Maiden is who we know the Maiden to be. She is fire, spring, eager to take on the world, fearless and she has a masculine way about her. The Dark Maiden is water, fall, careful, deeply emotional and she has a more feminine way about her. The Dark Maiden is the twisted feminine energy that takes a long time to heal. Her childhood was rough, she was placed in careless arms. So she enters her adulthood with many burdens that she must unpack all by herself. I am a Dark Maiden. A dark maiden on her journey to uncovering her bright self, because a bright maiden does exist within the spirit of every Dark Maiden. This poem reflects the making of a Dark Maiden.

I chose Of The Night because more people might be able to relate to such a title. There are many children of the night in this world, and this title seemed the most fitting.

[sweetsweetperil]

If you cannot escape it,

As it will always be a part of you,

What do you do

When the bruises heal

But the pain lingers and continues to bloom?

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[honeyednotes]

Frostbite

I hear my family's accounts of how single incidents have caused them long-term suffering: the sting of frostbite haunts my mother's fingers after last winter, the sun's poison still lurks in my grandmother's veins threatening to consume her

we are each bound by so much trauma, wrapped so tightly we insist we cannot feel the fractures

but they recur much more frequently than we believe

and they run so much deeper than we know, icebergs we are bound to run into at some point or another

healing takes such careful delicacy, it is impossible if you do not realize you are hurt to begin with

each of us is intrinsically covered with wounds of various depths, and it is our duty now to dress them

rid them of maggots and rot

clean away neglected gangrene and finally

heal

by Brie Thomson

[shewritestheyread]

Depression

It brings the loneliness in with the tide 

It buries me in the sand

The rage of water fills my lungs

I am a drift and drowning 

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

endos are systems.

you are cool. YOU. ARE. A. SYSTEM.

#endo safe <3

[paynomindtothedeadbodies]

on violence, love, and god

david cronenberg, consumed // megofwands // rollercoasterwords // jen mazza, peripety // bebx // simon marmion, man of sorrows // tory adkisson, the flesh between us

[flagellant]

Dysphoria

It goes like this: There's a peach pit and it's stuck in your throat. Most of the time you don't even notice it if you don't pay attention.

It's been there so long, you're good at not paying attention. Most of the time it's like it's not even there for you.

But sometimes, more often these days, you'll be speaking to someone, and you'll look up and catch their face as they watch the way your words are shaped around the peach pit and suddenly there's a peach pit stuck in your throat and you don't know how to breathe

[asoftepiloguemylove]

RELIGION AND SUPERNATURAL

unknown // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Mitski Bug Like an Angel // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // Lingua Ignota NO. 1 / FORGIVENESS // The Rapture from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Charles Beeson // BELOVEDVIOLENCE a search for God // Paint It Black from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Schowalter // Ethel Cain Inbred // Supernatural (2005-2020) cr. Eric Kripke // John 11 1-45 from "The Holy Bible" // We Happy Few from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John Badham // Ethel Cain Sun Bleached Flies // Inherit the Earth from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. John F. Showalter // Tom Waits Day After Tomorrow // Don't Call Me Shurely from "Supernatural" (2005-2020) dir. Robert Singer