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Poetry from A PTSD Mind

ashes04 February 6th, 2018

AUTHORS NOTE-- I am a 13 year old survivor. this poem kinda brings out the loss my assaliant has caused me, but the love and support I've found in my teacher, even after what happened to me. *possible trigger warning*

Ever since a perspiring day in June, I became unable to see fascination

Because the once breathtaking summer days in the woods all at once became the scene of terror

Where a strangers hands destroyed the trust I had in that land

Where it destroyed the trust I have for man

Even hours, days, and weeks away

The memory has never failed to stay

As it causes me to turn and run away from noise and touch

Even from the man I love so much

I look up towards this father figure

But no matter what I do my assaliant begs to differ

Tells me that what he did doesn't differ

And that every man I meet will make my mind stiffer

But to my assaliant, as what you did stabs through my mind

Wrapped in a healers arm, is where I will find

Comfort

Safety

Love

Warmth

Perhaps you took away so much beauty from me

Perhaps you took away some trust in a man

But throughout it all, he has held my hand

And my story isn't over yet.

It's, in fact, far from it.

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HereComesTheSun7 February 8th, 2018

How beautifully said with a deep meaning.

And my story isn't over yet.

It's, in fact, far from it.

Loved that part!

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ashes04 OP February 8th, 2018

@HereComesTheSun7

thank you lovely.. first time I

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