My mind tells me these swans will hurt me if I don't tell them what happened The swans spread their wings and sandwich hug me while I cry
"Come join us love. Take a bath". Vulnerably I do They help me remove my dress I join them they bathe me. Gentilly like a baby sitting neck deep in the bath I can't help but cry shake of confusion, sadness, worry, and grief over myself.
They say nothing while I cry instead they take care of me feed me all they are able to find-leaves and fish. they have welcomed me, washed me.
I feel welcome, I feel warm, I feel warm tonight, Yes I feel warm tonight.
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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...
