This morning I ran through soil, mud, tripped over fallen trees, landed on my knees, ripped my clothes, and managed to scrape deeper into my skin. What if she is not what I imagined? If love has lead me to the wrong place I run rethinking my ideas on beauty, my self, pain, healing, reality my will to meet her. Showing fear like a dog teeth, growl, bite, tough but my insides just need love.
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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...
