Sometimes on my worst nights he grants me good dreams
And how generous he must be to let me sleep
It was my body that did the worst of deeds
My mind that forgot what it used to be and thought terrible things
Saying "I hurt you, but you hurt me" never helped the pain
I wanted to be saved and it explained the trauma I claimed
When I melted into the ground and forgot who I was
Told you to set me on fire so my skin would boil up
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
