I am more than my trauma by Carol Anne Johnson

Image | Andrea Piacquadio

I am more than my trauma

I am more than my trauma, a tale of strength to tell,  

Amidst the shadows that linger, I've learned to rise and fell.  

Each scar is a story, etched deep upon my skin,  

A map of the battles fought, a testament within.  

 

Once, I wore my sorrow like a cloak woven tight,  

But I shed those heavy layers and stepped into the light.  

With every tear that fell, a seed of hope took root,  

In the garden of my spirit, I nurtured love's pursuit.  

 

I am more than my trauma, a phoenix in the flame,  

Reborn from the ashes, I no longer feel shame.  

For every whispered "cannot," I echo back a "can,"  

With courage as my compass, I forget my own strong plan.  

 

The echoes of the past may try to haunt my days,  

But I choose to dance with joy in an unbroken blaze.  

I carry forth my strength, like sunbeams through the rain,  

A symphony of healing that resonates through pain.  

So let the world see clearly, my heart is fierce and true,  

In the tapestry of my being, resilience shines through.  

I am more than my trauma, a spirit wild and free,  

A story still unwritten, a vast, uncharted sea. 

© Carol Anne Johnson

Image © Barbara Leonhard

Carol Anne Johnson is in her mid-40s. She is blind and was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder and complex PTSD. She is also a survivor of child abuse. She enjoys writing poetry and reading, walking, and volunteering. You can follow her on her blog, http://therapybits.com/.

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