I feel like the walls are closing in on me
and nothing feels real anymore
you can't take back the choices you make
I hope you feel that weight
I struggled through your wreckage
now I carry new baggage
Why can't you see what you've done to me?
why can't anyone see me?
I get in bed and cover my eyes
shadow figures on the ceiling
I didn't even notice it was morning
No one talks about the aftermath
No one talks about the trauma
or the panic or the..
numb
Strong they call me
like it will un-break the broken
or give hope to the hopeless
But when I'm falling in the silence
and the darkness feels timeless
I have to remind myself
'Find your feet
Catch your balance
You've come too far to give it up'
even though I feel like giving up
Im so full of questions
that will forever fall unanswered
Sometimes the night feels endless
But as lost as the light seems
The sun will rise
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Author:
Silk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm finally coming to terms with the extent of my abuse. The path to healing means tending to your wounds, not ignoring them.
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Comments5
Sad but well expressed . Trauma is a difficult thing ... I know , because I’ve been through a lot
It’s not done yet! But just felt like posting the draft. 😁
Ok . Could you maybe take a look at a few of my poems ?
Reflective Write, Silk.
Powerful x
Hello Silk. Poetry is a great way of expressing angst and deep emotional stuff. Here we are a mixed bag of accomplished poets and recovering souls finding release in our outpourings and the outpourings of others.
For me, I feel that, in poetry, we are never alone. Through our own suffering we can reach out a soothing thought and touch another's soul.
I felt so sad reading it. Hope you are getting over whatever happened to you. God bless.
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