#wince - Hello Poetry

whenever I stumbled and fell, instead of helping me up, they pushed and berated me, knocking me down even further. safety was never a guarantee. I take each step carefully - too carefully. wondering who can see my trembling hands and feel my heart pounding in my chest. now when I stumble and fall, I push the helping hands away, even though I want to feel a hand in mine more than anything. I've come to expect sharp, grating words from everyone, even though not everyone is like them. I pick myself up and hide waiting until the storm settles. sometimes when it all dies down, I'm still not convinced that it's over. I step out of my hiding place and wait for the thunder. I jump at every noise, and I wince at every touch. I want to have spaces in which my body can relax instead of looking for the next threat. in which my hands are steady, my heart takes a leisurely stroll, and I don't have to hide. in which I can tell myself, "I am safe," and fully believe it.

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Aug 2, 2020

Aug 2, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC

soulmusings

effects of emotional abuse.

whenever I stumbled and fell, instead of helping me up, they pushed and berated me, knocking me down even further. safety was never a guarantee. I take each step carefully - too carefully. wondering who can see my trembling hands and feel my heart pounding in my chest. now when I stumble and fall, I push the helping hands away, even though I want to feel a hand in mine more than anything. I've come to expect sharp, grating words from everyone, even though not everyone is like them. I pick myself up and hide waiting until the storm settles. sometimes when it all dies down, I'm still not convinced that it's over. I step out of my hiding place and wait for the thunder. I jump at every noise, and I wince at every touch. I want to have spaces in which my body can relax instead of looking for the next threat. in which my hands are steady, my heart takes a leisurely stroll, and I don't have to hide. in which I can tell myself, "I am safe," and fully believe it.

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loneliness in his fashion invited anger to stay round for a brief escapade. like fast friends they laid ruin to the pockmarked love scarred battlefield in a one-sided war. like fast friends they lasted like a spring shower that drenches out the sky into colours you could only dream of pronouncing. i hope they one day become lovers.

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC

OskarA

Silence is the emotional no man's land

loneliness in his fashion invited anger to stay round for a brief escapade. like fast friends they laid ruin to the pockmarked love scarred battlefield in a one-sided war. like fast friends they lasted like a spring shower that drenches out the sky into colours you could only dream of pronouncing. i hope they one day become lovers.

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Roll the cylinders and sweat the culmination of trigger's trepidation

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Sep 6, 2018

Sep 6, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC