by nourayasmine   Jan 24, 2020

Let me tell you
about the struggle.
You got used to being a steady
mountain, but you're
his broken thing now.
He treats you like
a dandelion, scared you'd
scatter away.

Which is sweet. But you
push him away. You push everyone
away. You're nobody's dandelion,
you can't be that.
You can't think that every
decision you once have made,
every feeling you ever
had, was merely another

You have been a diagnosis,
an interesting case of trauma,
self-sabotage and low self-esteem.

You've been bragging
about the way you survived
and yes, you
could forget about hunger,
but not death. Grief is your
breakfast and dinner, now. Grief
is your companion.

You did not turn out
to be a hero.
You grew up to be a wound,
open wide and neglected.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Tanya Southey

    This is outstanding. Well done. So sorry that you have had the trauma to write so beautifully.

  • 2 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    How can I comment?? How can I even....

    surviving trauma and living with the grief and trying to understand what that means. There are so many poignant images in this. In the best intentions, being treated like a dandelion and maybe with a fragility, but not wanting to be that, pushing away for self-preservation. Being treated like a symptom, the push-and-pull of what you've survived and still live through, what being an open wound means... will it heal? Will it always be never fully closed because that pain will find a way to seep through?

    So much depth in this and emotions and I am speechless because you've chosen to share this with us, <3 always

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