Each bending of her mind was an attempt to save her soul
When her mind could bend no more it would crack and break
And her heart would chip and peel
She thought she was shatter proof
Never saw the cracks as they formed
Was never cut by the sharp edges
And looked on with confidence as her resilliency was stolen away slowly
It allowed her to survive not knowing the internal efforts
It allowed her to hide the pain when it was not ok to share
It allowed her the luxury of growing
And allowed her to be safe when everything else was not
The cracks grew in numbers till it was hard to hold together
When the mind and heart and soul were about to break
She found safety and it was ok to share the pain
She would not have been able to cope with it before
But maybe now she can pick up the pieces and with the superglue of learning to cope with the past
She can put herself back together again
And grow to have a happy life
Hopefully the pieces will eventually fit back together Carol .. šš
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I hope so, XX
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Great poem, Carol Anne. Thanks so much for sharing.
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Thanks Rebecca, Iām glad you liked it, I wrote that awhile back but only got round to sharing it now š
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I love this.. in trauma our narrative becomes fractured, in therapy and healing we piece the pieces back together into an awesome mosaic..remember always you are amazing to have survived this, Happy New Year, Carol Anne ā¤
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Happy New Year Deb, XOXO šš
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