#traumas - Hello Poetry

Can someone explain to me why loving yourself after trauma is so hard to do? You go through the motions, you try to love yourself again and nothing changes all the damage done to you. I try to tell myself it only happens to the strongest soldiers of life, “you’re a warrior, you won the battle” “Don’t you dare allow it to cause your foundation to rattle” “You’re better than that” But the hurt is still there. I see it in my new relationships that ARE healthy. I see it in my interactions with my own family. I just wonder when the pain of everything in my past will cease to exist so I can just be happy. I self sabotage everything good in my life expecting something to shake its solid foundation. I look for things that might just cause some “irritation.” I pray every night “god, heal this broken heart of mine.” Yet I’m the one who can’t seem to recognize the beauty in sunshine. I swear it’s a curse to feel so much so deeply. But is it? Am I lucky to see the beauty and the pain In the world so clearly ?

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC

meredith-sjostrand

Trauma Bonds

Can someone explain to me why loving yourself after trauma is so hard to do? You go through the motions, you try to love yourself again and nothing changes all the damage done to you. I try to tell myself it only happens to the strongest soldiers of life, “you’re a warrior, you won the battle” “Don’t you dare allow it to cause your foundation to rattle” “You’re better than that” But the hurt is still there. I see it in my new relationships that ARE healthy. I see it in my interactions with my own family. I just wonder when the pain of everything in my past will cease to exist so I can just be happy. I self sabotage everything good in my life expecting something to shake its solid foundation. I look for things that might just cause some “irritation.” I pray every night “god, heal this broken heart of mine.” Yet I’m the one who can’t seem to recognize the beauty in sunshine. I swear it’s a curse to feel so much so deeply. But is it? Am I lucky to see the beauty and the pain In the world so clearly ?

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Will my inner child Catch up to my adult mind And collab Or collide?

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Apr 1, 2025

Apr 1, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC

MrsTimetable

Collab

Will my inner child Catch up to my adult mind And collab Or collide?

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I will be back. She spoke. Where have you been? Where did you go? I wonder. Mommy, where is my sister? Daddy, when is she coming back home? I asked. Do you know my sister? She has a name. I can’t remember it! What does she look like? The officers asked. I’m sorry I can’t remember her pretty face. But she’s kind and sweet— the best sister on earth! She said she went to work. But she never comes back home. Can I stay with you? I’m scared you going to leave me Like she did. Hey! Sister! You said you went to work! Why did it take you so long? Why is your pulse not beating anymore? Why your skin looks pale? Why are you laying there In that scary chamber?

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Mar 6, 2025

Mar 6, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC

theescapist2001

Sister

I will be back. She spoke. Where have you been? Where did you go? I wonder. Mommy, where is my sister? Daddy, when is she coming back home? I asked. Do you know my sister? She has a name. I can’t remember it! What does she look like? The officers asked. I’m sorry I can’t remember her pretty face. But she’s kind and sweet— the best sister on earth! She said she went to work. But she never comes back home. Can I stay with you? I’m scared you going to leave me Like she did. Hey! Sister! You said you went to work! Why did it take you so long? Why is your pulse not beating anymore? Why your skin looks pale? Why are you laying there In that scary chamber?

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I am a stray dog. I am little and hungry. I am little and angry at the world. I am scared and fragile. Where did my mother go? Mother, I am hungry. Mother, I am scared. Mother, I am cold. Mother, where did you go? Mother, have you abandoned me? Mother, please help me. Mother, please come back. Mother, I am hungry. Mother, I am scared. Mother, I am cold. Mother, they're chasing me. Mother, they're hitting me. Mother, mother, mother. I am hurt. I am scared. I am fragile. Oh, mother, to be loved, to be seen, to be heard, to be treated the way I deserved. Oh, mother, they give me food! Oh, mother, I am full for the first time in my life! Oh, mother, why is my belly hurting? Oh, mother, why is my lung fuming? Oh, mother, why is my breath waving? Oh, mother, why I cannot see anymore? Oh, mother, the same hands that pet me are hitting me. Oh, mother, the hands that I thought gave me food took my soul away. Oh, mother, what did I do to deserve all of this? I just existed.

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Mar 6, 2025

Mar 6, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC

theescapist2001

Stray Dog

I am a stray dog. I am little and hungry. I am little and angry at the world. I am scared and fragile. Where did my mother go? Mother, I am hungry. Mother, I am scared. Mother, I am cold. Mother, where did you go? Mother, have you abandoned me? Mother, please help me. Mother, please come back. Mother, I am hungry. Mother, I am scared. Mother, I am cold. Mother, they're chasing me. Mother, they're hitting me. Mother, mother, mother. I am hurt. I am scared. I am fragile. Oh, mother, to be loved, to be seen, to be heard, to be treated the way I deserved. Oh, mother, they give me food! Oh, mother, I am full for the first time in my life! Oh, mother, why is my belly hurting? Oh, mother, why is my lung fuming? Oh, mother, why is my breath waving? Oh, mother, why I cannot see anymore? Oh, mother, the same hands that pet me are hitting me. Oh, mother, the hands that I thought gave me food took my soul away. Oh, mother, what did I do to deserve all of this? I just existed.

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I am twenty-three. But I feel like my life stopped when I was seventeen. Or even worse when I was much younger. The people who hurt me Seem to forget what they had done. While I am staying there. At that moment. For a long, long time. And maybe I will never leave at all. Is it my fault? Do you think it was my fault too? Do you think I am the one to blame? For everything that happened to me? Is it the consequence Of the recklessness. Or there is no one else to blame? So, you blamed me. But I was a child. How could you? How dare you? Did that to me? People were cruel and No one was there to save me, Cared for me, Or loved me. Seventeen feels like yesterday. It was the hardest time in my life. The time that I thought that End up in Acheron. End up in the river of the woe. Is greater than living. I will not say that time will heal All your wounds and traumas. But some day, You are going to live with it Eventually. With a calming heart and gentle soul. That was breaking beyond repair. Or with the rage that you never show. Or the wrong they did that you will never Forgive. Life is just the way it is. You cannot change what is done. You cannot change how people treated you. You cannot change how you felt. Neither do I. Aren’t we the strongest in Our family. My sweet little girl. Who has been lonely For her whole life. You are not what they say. You are not how people treat you. You were a child. Happy Birthday to us, My beloved friend.

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Mar 6, 2025

Mar 6, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC

theescapist2001

Happy Birthday

I am twenty-three. But I feel like my life stopped when I was seventeen. Or even worse when I was much younger. The people who hurt me Seem to forget what they had done. While I am staying there. At that moment. For a long, long time. And maybe I will never leave at all. Is it my fault? Do you think it was my fault too? Do you think I am the one to blame? For everything that happened to me? Is it the consequence Of the recklessness. Or there is no one else to blame? So, you blamed me. But I was a child. How could you? How dare you? Did that to me? People were cruel and No one was there to save me, Cared for me, Or loved me. Seventeen feels like yesterday. It was the hardest time in my life. The time that I thought that End up in Acheron. End up in the river of the woe. Is greater than living. I will not say that time will heal All your wounds and traumas. But some day, You are going to live with it Eventually. With a calming heart and gentle soul. That was breaking beyond repair. Or with the rage that you never show. Or the wrong they did that you will never Forgive. Life is just the way it is. You cannot change what is done. You cannot change how people treated you. You cannot change how you felt. Neither do I. Aren’t we the strongest in Our family. My sweet little girl. Who has been lonely For her whole life. You are not what they say. You are not how people treat you. You were a child. Happy Birthday to us, My beloved friend.

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I can see the Unfinished man In pencil That drawing that's missing something The outline of you The curves of you forming But still not whole Still seeing who you might be What moves you make I can even see where You have been erased Mistakes have been drawn over Paper is worn a little Even torn But I'll be patient I'll wait For you to fill in Get your lines straight For you to be complete And Drawn in ink

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Oct 31, 2022

Oct 31, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC

MrsTimetable

Drawn in ink

I can see the Unfinished man In pencil That drawing that's missing something The outline of you The curves of you forming But still not whole Still seeing who you might be What moves you make I can even see where You have been erased Mistakes have been drawn over Paper is worn a little Even torn But I'll be patient I'll wait For you to fill in Get your lines straight For you to be complete And Drawn in ink

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It is from your synthetic relations that i learn what to make of, and how to observe the traumas that once occured. Transformed, Translated into words To lighten up the burden Of the destiny flowing in my nerves. Chosen for me or impregnated The path is created Before the men that walks it to get mutated Together in your synthetic relashionships. Words Of Harfouchism

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Jul 12, 2020

Jul 12, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC

Harleyhucof

Synthetic Fellowship

It is from your synthetic relations that i learn what to make of, and how to observe the traumas that once occured. Transformed, Translated into words To lighten up the burden Of the destiny flowing in my nerves. Chosen for me or impregnated The path is created Before the men that walks it to get mutated Together in your synthetic relashionships. Words Of Harfouchism

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All I wanted was to talk: to have another acknowledge these events That tore my life to shreds. When I did speak, It was instantly flipped or ignored. So I said enough, I'm not doing this anymore. I will not give to those who only take Or to hear my stories so they can create A reality which would leave me The center of their entertainment. I am not a joke, Nor is my life at any rate, A show. I admit I was clingy, I admit I lost connections I thought were worthy of pursuing Because I needed support early in the friendship. They didn't know I was in anguish Or perhaps they didn't care. Either way, I was left standing there. My screams were muted, My statements unheard. The help I needed Was blatantly ignored I'm now silent To prevent these losses Because apparently people Don't know how to handle these problems

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC

Bruise

When Reaching Out Does Not Help

All I wanted was to talk: to have another acknowledge these events That tore my life to shreds. When I did speak, It was instantly flipped or ignored. So I said enough, I'm not doing this anymore. I will not give to those who only take Or to hear my stories so they can create A reality which would leave me The center of their entertainment. I am not a joke, Nor is my life at any rate, A show. I admit I was clingy, I admit I lost connections I thought were worthy of pursuing Because I needed support early in the friendship. They didn't know I was in anguish Or perhaps they didn't care. Either way, I was left standing there. My screams were muted, My statements unheard. The help I needed Was blatantly ignored I'm now silent To prevent these losses Because apparently people Don't know how to handle these problems

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why is it important for authors to recount past traumas in their work? what do you do when all your bad memories seem to lurk in your mind, resurfacing, causing you to relive the past that only seems to give you negativity, no tranquility? dont let your traumas fester manifest into some kind of monster one that you cant tame yourself

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Mar 30, 2017

Mar 30, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC

N0R5K1G0D

speech poem

why is it important for authors to recount past traumas in their work? what do you do when all your bad memories seem to lurk in your mind, resurfacing, causing you to relive the past that only seems to give you negativity, no tranquility? dont let your traumas fester manifest into some kind of monster one that you cant tame yourself

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