Trauma Poems
The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
......
silk soothed curtains
by aditya vats
Squatted i stayed in
the study shelves,
with no tiny tentacles of light
lashing in
the cemented crimson walls.
With a silencing sound
on my knocking
dusted,
dark,
......
She searches for light
by Nichole Lorah
She's awaken by fear.
Dreams become all too real.
She wakes with a scream, gasping for just one normal breath of air.
Sweat dripping down her face.
All she can hear is the sound of her heart beating in her ears.
Chest becomes heavy -- room pitch black.
Nothing to see as she reaches behind her back for her phone. She searches for just a little light.
The fears are real and jerking at her mind. As it wonders and worries it all becomes clear, she forever has to deal with the surreal.
......
Eyes in the shadows
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
In the quiet of my home,
where I thought I’d found some peace,
He hid his eyes in shadows,
his cruelty never ceased.
With cameras set in secret,
to watch me through my strife,
He recorded every struggle,
every moment of my life.
His goal was not just to hurt,
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The False Reality
by Nora La King
In my mind
A reality of love,
Of perfection,
Holds me ever so tight.
I live in the world
In the reality
In the delusion
Of my beautiful, false
life.
......
Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
......
97. Just Waiting
by Kea Campbell
Paranoia that resides and confines.
The truth knows nothing of your breath.
Not a thought left unsaid.
No hush— unfiltered; obsessed.
Haste to red— embodiment of embarrassment.
Conductor of my mental state.
A flaw of mine I so much hate.
Temper-less parades.
I have yet to find my escape.
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BrOken
by Stewart Watkins
Played with, mishandled, juggled, fumbled then
dropped
Once whole but now broken, this precious glass
Shattered and liberally on the ground it lays
A motley of pieces large, small, and in between
all scattered
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Duality of expectations
by Kaylee Wilson
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
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