Tag: Trauma

• POEM – Relearning How to Walk

  I’m relearning how to walk I’m Bambi on ice The balance is less than steady The surface slick and wet I took a shower Bestie was there to fill the empty space I washed my hair by myself I’m relearning how to walk I laid in the bed Sounds of your snores mixed in with…

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• POEM – BAM!

  I’m walking down the street Minding my own business Then BAM! I’m on my knees in a daze Grief stands over me She wears an evil grin The tears flow The chest tightens I try to get up One foot is flat Then BAM! I’m on my knees in a daze Grief is now laughing…

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• DREAMLAND – The Forest

  I woke up surrounded by beautiful green trees, the sun warm on my face. I looked around, taking in the exotic scenery. The air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers and the soothing melody of birds. I wandered down the only path, curious where it was to lead.  I began to notice doors…

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• POEM – The Razor

  I saw a razor the other day, on the counter at work.  Just a simple blade, nothing fancy.  I could feel the familiar burn on my skin, the metallic taste in my mouth.  I felt the sting of the water hitting the fresh open wound.  That high I’ve been chasing for years but won’t catch. …

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• POEM – Dark Figure

  My parents now live in their own individual box.  They rest on my shelf and guard the house.  The dogs are drawn to that area.  I’ve seen her standing over their kennels.  She is quiet and dark, a comforting presence.  Luke’s anxiety vanishes, Penny stares deeply.  I see her out of the corner of my…

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• POEM – Call Debbie

  My mother was Keeper of the Strays, Lover of the Outcast, Jack of all Trades.  Need a mother-figure? Call Debbie Need a surrogate grandma? Call Debbie No home cooked meal? Call Debbie Want a shoulder to cry on? Call Debbie Need a bookkeeper? You guessed it, Call Debbie Drinking buddy? Debbie Someone to plays pranks with?…

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• STORYTIME – Dead Parents Society

  I am no stranger to grief. I’ve lost all of my grandparents, my godfather, aunts and uncles, cousins, first love, and friends. I was in a school shooting at the age of 16. I’ve experienced abuse at the hands of family and boyfriends. I’ve built up coping mechanisms that make me appear ‘hard’ and ’emotionless’.…

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• STORYTIME – What defines a person

  My husband took his own life. He had demons no one could truly understand. He made mistakes in the end that he couldn’t forgive himself for, but I forgave him. Those demons and those mistakes don’t define who he was as a person. What defines him is how he treated waitresses/waiters. What defines him is…

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• STORYTIME – Driving Ms. Daisy

  I’ve always had anxiety about driving so when I fell in love with a man who lived an hour away I had some obstacles to conquer. Dustin didn’t have a vehicle for a variety of reasons, so he worked with me on my issues. He also constantly worried about me driving, he had to get…

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• STORYTIME – Nightmares

  I haven’t been a good sleeper in years. Now when I was a baby, I was a pro sleeper. But you start sprinkling in some trauma and all of a sudden Mr. Sandman is nowhere to be found. Enter Dustin. I’ve always hated sleeping with someone else in the bed, aside from my Mommie. I…

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