As much as I’ve read and as much as I’ve dealt with my own situation I’m still shocked at how certain things will trigger me. Each time I’m telling myself to just get over it already. Yes, as a victim I tell myself that. I’m ashamed and infuriated that some things still attack the parts…
Where are you now That the ink smeared Itself across the page Blurring black and white Hiding motivations Condemning intentions Dividing all endeavors For dignity and respect Where are you now That the exposure Has us frostbitten Naked and scarred Everything given up Bared and sacrificed Once again Once again Once again And no more…
I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…
Today my #BeReal guest is Dawn (HardlyBored). I have spent the last few weeks thinking about the future. Mostly because I have been sick. This is not the first time in my life I have wondered if I will have a future. The first time I was 18 and my “husband” had just choked me nearly…
I don’t believe in new beginnings. We can strive to put the past behind us and move forward one step at a time. We can try to put distance between those moments of trauma and try to live again but… pain doesn’t die. Have you ever been told that you need to just get over…
There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction. When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all…
***trigger warning rape content*** Sometimes I don’t think about it at all and sometimes I can’t let it go. This is to all my friends who don’t understand why I can’t feel their compliments. Sometimes the beautiful words hurt and it isn’t your fault because you probably mean them. I don’t FEEL or RELATE…
Twindaddy asked me to write yesterday with No Words as the email’s subject line. NO WORDS perfectly described how I felt over the last couple of weeks. I was stuck emotionally yesterday so I did not write. I did not write AT ALL and that never happens. Today we finished a poem that we…
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