Trauma Therapy...

In poetic form.

I got a feelin’ I need to break

This monotony is oh so fake.

Heaven sent,

Hell bound.

I run with the moon,

Never phasing too soon.

The broodings of a Scorpio,

This year, I’ll run the show.

Loyal to fault,

With wounds full of salt.

Still I rise,

Faithfully, like the tides.

Bent but not broken,

A beautiful girl awoken.

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Who is she?

This girl, now me?

I should have fought for her sooner,

I wish I had.

She’s beautiful.

Trauma stripped her,

And kept her shackled.

I’m sorting out the pieces,

And putting her back together.

✨Beautifully Broken✨

Fixed by hand.

Photo by subhash Panwar on Unsplash

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Thank you for taking the time to read this little poem. I like to write these when my mind is full. It started out rhyming and didn’t end that way, but I don’t think they have to 100%

. Isn’t that the beauty of poetry? There’s nothing to glean from this little gem, just thoughts from a chaotic mind. Xoxo Love and Light ✨🐿✨