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| Image | Scott Webb |
Surviving Trauma
In the shadows deep, a soul forlorn,
Grief's heavy burden, a heartache born.
A symphony of sorrow, a melody of pain,
A life vibrant, dulled by strain.
Depression's weight, a relentless embrace,
A void within, an endless space.
Despair's fingers, vice so tight,
Squeezing out hope, enveloping in night.
Years turned to dust, as sadness grew,
A tapestry of tears, an anguish true.
The light bright, a distant dream,
Lost in the torrent, a turbulent stream.
A journey through darkness, a quest for light,
Through valleys of grief, I continue the fight.
In the midst of despair, a spark remains,
A flicker of strength amid overwhelming pains.
With every tear shed, a release of the ache,
A step towards healing, a choice to remake.
Through the depths of sorrow, I find my own way,
A survivor, a warrior, facing a brand new day.
© Carol Anne Johnson
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| Image | Barbara Leonhard Carol Anne Johnson is in her mid-40’s. 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/. |
This poem tugs at the heart but then it becomes empowering. Congratulations to Carole Anne, and Barbara, thanks for sharing her beautiful work. Lauren 💕
ReplyDeleteSo powerful, Carol Anne!
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