by Aurora Winters | Jul 2, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry, CPTSD Survivor Stories, Guest Contributor
The following is a survivor poem created by guest contributor, Aurora. Lost Souls are Beloved to Me I want someone to save me But no one is coming There is no white horse No unicorns or magic wishes I feel the retrograde of years of hate Weighing on me from the helm...
by Jennifer "Kaylene" Carter | Mar 26, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry
Fog The skies have turned gray, Rain’s starting to fall. Once upon a time, my life was clear. Now a fog’s settled over it all. Stumbling in the dark, I catch glimpses of my destination. But as I step a little closer, I see it was an illusion. The rolling mist envelops...
by Jennifer "Kaylene" Carter | Feb 27, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry, CPTSD Survivor Stories
A series of 3 poems, shared by guest writer Kaylene, on her realizations through various stages of healing. OVERLOOKED As I look up at the clouds, I give a sigh and start to wonder. Where I’m going, where I’ll stop, Why I’ve been where I have been. Are my choices all...
by Jennifer "Kaylene" Carter | Jan 2, 2020 | CPTSD Poetry, CPTSD Survivor Stories
Keep your head up, your spirits high. Keep learning new ways to fly. Choose your friends with care, Lest you stumble and not have them there. Don’t be swayed by the ways of the others you see. Their opinions won’t matter, eventually. Look for new adventures,...
by Jennifer "Kaylene" Carter | Dec 20, 2019 | CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
The Diamond in My Heart -Survivor Poem by Jennifer “Kaylene” Carter If I never accomplished another thing, Would you still love me? If I couldn’t live up to the image you see, Would you claim me? You set for me standards you never could keep, An...
by Esme Johnson | Dec 12, 2019 | Complex PTSD Healing, CPTSD Poetry, Guest Contributor
A Glimmer of Hope, a Survivor Poem. (trigger warning) Those things, you know, they ripped apart my childish soul Greedily grabbed and pulled out its beating heart They chewed it up, spat it out with contempt and Stamped upon it as it lay dying in the mud. Then you...
