𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓼
A healing poem

My garden hasn’t seen a blade in months
My heart hasn’t felt love in months
Things grow when you don’t look after them
Resentment grows when you feel hurt
Your house a mess, like your head
When does it end?
When does it flourish?
The ground is wet from my tears
But the ground needs to be moist
Nothing grows in dry, arid soil
My pain softens the dirt
So my future can grow
I eagerly await the flowers arrival
The world around me is dark
A reflection of my inner world
My clothes cover up the cuts and bruises
One day someone will see the real me
Those beautiful scars and all
Hope lives in the shadows
Joy is felt in the sunlight
Everything reminds me of you
The lost dreams and desires
I sing songs that we used to
My voice cries out to be heard
My heart, to be seen
There’s so many weeds to clear
So many bugs crawl through me
The heat of the sun forces them away
My face relics in its glory
Beams of light stream in
Flowers blossom
Life remains
Love grows
The smoke passes through my lungs
Just like the wind blows
Your fingers on my skin
Followed by an instant feeling of fear
You’ll never understand how that impacts
The nightmares that never end
Panic riddles every part of my body
You enjoy the confusion you create
Manipulation is for the weak minded
Clueless of your evil soul
My only vice now is to breath in and out
I can’t breath some days
It feels like I’m helpless
So many unanswered questions
Your smile lingers in my memories
The darkness makes it hard to see
I’m stuck in this room with no door or windows
It smells like you in here
I wish my senses stopped betraying me
It feels like I’m slowly losing control
Like I’m stuck in a whirlwind
The only way out is to stay still
Like a statue atop an old building
Concrete, stedfast and strong
People walk past and look
They don’t see me
They only see you
I do this to survive your attacks
How else am I supposed to get through this
You broke my wings
But I promise I’ll still fly without you
A healing poem
About the Creator
Advocate CSA
As a mother of a child that’s been sexually abused I want other parents to know they are not alone on their journey. I’m an epilepsy warrior, CPTSD survivor and DV victim. Sharing my story and knowledge has been a positive way of healing.



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