Trauma Poems
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.
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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.
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body
by Sarah A
i forgive my body
for all that she’s done
i free him from his sins
and nestle in her safety
i thank my body for protecting me
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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.
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september 2019
by Ella Sophia
think of it as a decaying process
of willfully turning myself into something bended ;
bloodshot eyes , skin rotten — snuffed . .
i am disordered
disoriented ,
from traumas scrawled around the book .
mother does not care
or will she , for once , when her daughter
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september 2019
by Ella Sophia
think of it as a decaying process
of willfully turning myself into something bended ;
bloodshot eyes , skin rotten — snuffed . .
i am disordered
disoriented ,
from traumas scrawled around the book .
mother does not care
or will she , for once , when her daughter
......
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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