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 know what they did, they casually put it

Back in, as if they had just borrowed it a while.

And they walked away with arrogant nonchalance.

Shattered and battered, bruised and defiled

It shamefully lay down in its’ place

Hiding its’ face, covering its’ wounds, licking away the blood.

And there it stayed for many a year, too wounded to join

In the fun, too exhausted to stand up and run

Instead, it watched my deceit, with envy and disdain

As I played and laughed and kept its’ sinister secret

Denying its’ presence and ignoring its aching beat.

That injured shame-filled center of my soul,

Well it took its’ revenge

Sent out poisonous tendrils to maim and inflame

Until my whole being was writhing in pain

Screaming to be set free from the septic, seething grasp of

An agony ignored.

It would not rest nor release its’ hold until

Welcomed back into the fold, invited out of the dark

You are part of me.

Always have been and always will. I am sorry I left you in

There, all alone.

Come, come, take my hand and join me in the sun

I will hold you when you feel weak, bathe your wounds

Soothe your pain and put feathers under your feet

You deserve to be free, to fly from that

Cold, dark, sanctuary of despair

Join the world, open your eyes, smell the flowers,

Walk in the rain and feel the sunlight on your face.

Allow the warm embrace of joyous selfless love.

Take a ride with me.

Feel the roar,

Nirvana is knocking on your door.

This content was created and written by a guest blog contributor. Views expressed in any guest blog contributor post may not necessarily reflect those of CPTSD Foundation.

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Esme Johnson