EVENT #1
Today, I panicked.
That's not to say that I never panic, because I do.
But today,
I panicked because of you.
The last time we talked was a year ago.
I peacefully lived my life,
Until I found you on campus.
I had no warning.
I looked up, and there you were.
I stuttered out pleasantries, because that's what you're supposed to do.
But on the inside, my cracked heart beat faster,
Decreasing the time until I completely bled out.
I was suddenly hyperaware of everything.
Its like taking cotton out of your ears
and being bombarded with screeching
banshees and howling winds after blissful
quiet and soundless darkness was all you knew.
t's been awhile now, and my heart still races.
It took me 4 years to be able to listen
to one of my favorite bands again.
The association I had between you and them
was astounding. Flashback after flashback
made themselves known,
and I'd cling to my seat in terror as I
waited for them to finish.
But now, even their new music is
tinged with the aftertaste of you.
I still have a hard time trusting.
The walls around my heart are built up,
higher, higher, higher than the Sears Tower,
All because of you.
As I stand at the top of my brick walls,
I see that what was once a proud city
is now a desolate wasteland. My heartstrings
are cracked in some places, showing definite wear.
The fence around the city is gone.
Right in the heart of the city is a memory that will
stick with me forever. One that
I want to drown in my sorrow for eternity.
I never used to call myself a survivor.
Just someone who was. Who used to be.
A shell.
Your violation of the trust I had is all that matters now.
People always wonder why I don't like public restrooms.
I tell them it's because they're not clean,
But really, it's because of you.
The invasion of space you initiated
Ended with me staring at a mirror,
Leaving my 15-year-old body to not feel
Your lips on my hot skin after I said no.
Many years have passed since that eventful day,
And I finally have words again.
I am a survivor.
I am strong.
Today, I panicked.
Tomorrow, I will be calm.
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Picking Up The Pieces
PoetryAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.