A holiday is drawing near,
For most it means there’s someone dear,
I try to forget the entire day,
But I need to find another way.
I have things I could have said
But I kept my silence instead
Now it’s been over three years
But I’ve not shed many tears
PTSD is what they say
Controls me even to this day
Any love I felt for you
Like a bird, away it flew
Now the day is drawing near
Honor one who caused me fear
I need to get you from my head
Because now you’ve been quite dead
But words and actions came my way
I lived in fear, most every day
The only thing that I will try
Is to say to you, goodbye.
~ van ~
I so get this. Always dread Mothers Day.
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Beautifully written and can so relate!
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Self compassion is so important as a survivor of abuse.Give yourself a hug, you are doing just fine!
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So well said. So much hurt carried for so many years. It must be difficult.
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