Scaled skin grips me I fight for my innocence
purity broke more shattered glass-
emptied my bucket
knew just how to convince me
If my mind were a kite i have let go
I could have done more to fight my inner thigh
and I wanted to cry
grazed teeth over my skin and pulled back
I felt the pain
knew just how to convince me
knew to tell me that what was happening was okay
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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...
