Brother beating me blue
Mom sees it happening too
And you know that it's true
Why didn't you help me?
My room, my stuff, it wasn't mine
It was his-not out of line
No safe place for me-it's fine
Enter Panic Disorder
It doesn't matter, I don't care
I'd let him hit me anywhere
I only knew then it wasn't fair
You weren't able to protect me
My mother listened to a lot of verbal abuse
She had something deep inside, like a muse
He would spout hateful things and he was amused
I'm no longer in your grip
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Author:
Christina (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 26th, 2023 04:52
- Comment from author about the poem: I really am over the trauma of being a kid--except for the panic disorder. I need some more material for the book I am writing, I have most of it done, just missing some key parts....Have a great day!
- Category: Sad
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Comments9
Oh my goodness so very sad,but you are who you are because it, so stand proud. ❤️
Thank you so much, Teddy, I shall!! i really appreciate your feedback on this very sad poem.
What an emotive write Christina, I do hope that all is much better now and your panic disorder becomes manageable.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy. I've had Panic Disorder since I was young, as you can see why, but I can manage. I really appreciate your feedback on this poem!
Rather than provide my relatable details, I have to agree with others, you are immensly strong. Only you have the power to escape the torment and 0ast that others were responsible for. Keep reaching, stay strong and finish that book.
Thank you so much, I appreciate your insight and thank you, I will finish my book! 🙂
if this is autobiographical, then the hard hitting and otherwise punchy rhythm you have created out of it is exceptional and we are all so very lucky you have survived to share such dreadful detail .. if this is indeed autobiographical, then you Christina are one hell of a survivor .. Neville 🤍
It surely is autobiographical and I do consider myself a survivor of what I've overcome....thank you so much for your uplifting review! x
That scared kid seems long gone
And in place here you stand
Dealing writing and recovering
Long may it continue
Brave write Christina
Well on the way
Oh I can't thank you enough for your wonderful review, it touched my heart and made my day! Yes I do feel like I'm recovering through writing....Thanks again!
I know I have visited here before but I feel that your words need to be seen and appreciated by a whole lot more people who pop into this site .. and hope that the wake I cause will kickstart more interest .. Neville
Thank you, I really appreciate that more than you know!...Christina
A dark poem with a light at the end of the tunnel. Abuse is sad it damages, scars, stunts growth but also provides opportunities for new growth. Nicely worded . I liked your three rhyming lines followed by one that did not as if the pattern was broken just as the pattern of abuse can be broken.
Thank you so very much sorenbarrett for not only reviewing my poem but being so kind and being so spot on! I really appreciate your feedback!
This poem expresses the pain and sense of helplessnesss you suffered. Violence rained down upon one most vulnerable, you have recovered through strength and courage. A very brave write, I am in awe!
I can't thank you enough for your kind review, Bella!! This really touched my heart and I think soon I will write more.....Christina
Your words, no, your story is very sincere and heartfelt..
Thank you so much, appreciated more than you know!
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