I find solace in watching them I begin to forget how I look how I have been feeling
One swan sees me, lifts a wing and calls out to me. "Beautiful girl, why are you so far? Don't be scared! Come join!" I come out from behind the tree in my torn up dress raw skin, dirty half broken shoes, dirty feet, matted hair I look down at the ground because I don't deserve to look up I want them to know I lack confidence right now I know I am ugly so they don't have to tell me themselves.
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Hold my Hand
PoetryMy goal is to share what I wish I knew about trauma and healing in order to make your journey less confusing. I have to begin by telling you that there are no magic words or wisdom to make the pain of trauma disappear. There is only you and your com...
