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Hold my Hand

Poetry

My 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...

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by wideimaginationsx

by wideimaginationsx

I am lonely. I over think how my shoes are still on my feet despite how much I walk in them. And I understand that it is because the skin on my soles are peeling but nothing will hold them together so I must keep walking.

I over think how the dirt feels when my muscles tense and I attempt to find an end to this place.

I over think how the air feels to be in the presence of my breath, how my cotton dress is now a blend of...not just cotton and how my dress have been through more than just being worn around fresh grass field and my beautiful mother who made it.

I cry.

Then I collapse.

And I sink.

My mind, sinks, into, the ground.

Deeper and deeper into the earths core, it gets lost. It screams because it is scared. Is this my fault? Am I the reason this place is so chaotic? Did I eat a forbidden fruit along the way? World I am so sorry! I scream "I am sorry". I am in so much pain. I feel tricked.