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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?
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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
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rah rah healing from trauma etc (wip)
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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
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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
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settled
I settle into my pain
He settles into the couch
comfortable numbness is my mercy
and his liberator
for why would I speak
when not spoken to
why would I fight
when he knows I won’t win
why would I run
when he knows
he will catch me
escape is a dream
he won’t let me sleep
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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
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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.
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Living on
After all is drained
Winter dried the soul away
- what a beautiful still flower
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I don't think I ever knew you.
Too many lies.
Too many faces.
Too many lives.
Too many facades.
Too many masquerades, with masks not only covering your face... but your soul.
Your twisted idea of love? Cracked me to my chore.
My body washed ashore,
Lungs filled with water.
I'd pick myself back up and would ask myself “why even bother?”.
Every time I'd pick up all the broken pieces inside of me and too many times I'd give myself back to you, for you to demolish all my dreams… all my hope.
I feel myself choke,
Your fingers wrapped around my throat.
Too many times you'd say you'd stop.
But then you just won’t.
you would promise me enough is enough.
But you never stopped.
Too many lies.
Too many faces.
Too many lives.
Nothing will ever be alright.
Too many times.
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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
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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.
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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
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Trauma
Rage knows the edges of my pain
like the ocean knows the edges of the shore
a wave crashes
I'm drowning again
time stills like water
after a storm
as the tide pulls me in
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