The Wind – A Survivor Poem

The Wind – A Survivor Poem

The Wind always feels so free to me I wonder daily about life and its peculiarities, the sense of unfulfillment versus stability.  The deep-seated longing but not knowing what it is or where it comes from.  Is it a culmination of reality versus subconscious or simply...
The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree

The Willow Tree   The windswept the hair from my eyes One tear streaming down my cheek I always seem to have goodbyes Every year every month every week They fill my head with their lies When I cry, they turn the other cheek When I feel this lonely my Willow tree,...
A Collection of Survivor Poems.

A Collection of Survivor Poems.

The following is a collection of survivor inspired poems from some of our guest writers here at CPTSD Foundation. We are so grateful for each person who shares their voice using the written word, to help encourage, validate, and inspire every person who is continuing...
If I Could Be Kind To Myself.

If I Could Be Kind To Myself.

If I could be kind to myself. A Poem by Aurora Winters. If I could be kind to myself I would breathe easier I would, at the end of the day Say “that was okay” You did what you did And that is OK I would release judgment Blame and striving Hug myself...