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Poems for Survivors has closed.
I will be opening a new poem writing thing soon. But that is still being worked on.
For now this has been good to help, but overall not helpful for my own mental health.
So I am closing Poems for Survivors and not intending to reopen it.
Signed, A.
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Poems for Survivors
Hello survivors,
If you are a CSA or SA survivor, I want to write you a poem.
If you want this, send an ask. Either a few words you want me to use. Or your story. Or anything you want.
Poetry is a part of my CSA recovery and I would like to share this with other survivors.
I care about you and I am proud of you, and keep fighting.
Signed, A.
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I was raped by a friend while in a relationship and It feels like she’s making it about herself can you write a poem from my perspective idk if that’s what the poems for sa survivors is meant for but yeah I feel like it would help k sorry bye
Poems for Survivors - 6
Two people I had
Two people no longer there like before
One of them hurt me - violated me - ME
And the other made it about herself - HERSELF
When I was the one who was assaulted - ME
And sure - it must be hard to be with me when I was hurt
But imagine how hard is is for me - ME
The abused, violated, assaulted, hurt me - ME
And yes we are together - and yes I care
But it was me who went through this
I was hurt - it was me - ME
So no, you don't get to make it about yourself
This is MY story
And I need your support - your love, your safety, your protection
Because I was hurt - ME
Not YOU - ME
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hi, i hope you're doing well ♡ it is so calming and healing looking through your blog and positivity posts
if it's alright and you're still doing them, i would love if you wrote me a poem please, about feeling alone and feeling like a scared little kid again. about just wanting to be seen and heard and believed. im struggling a lot lately with these thoughts.
you are so kind to be making these posts for other survivors, thank you ♡
Poems for Survivors
People wonder why we don't talk
Never stopping to question
Maybe they shut us up
We need love, not what happened
We need safety and to be believed
That scared little kid just wants to be seen
And I still feel like I am them
Alone in a world of hurt
Carefully tiptoeing around those hurters
Hoping I don't squeak and awaken the pain
That they put me through every day
Because part of me is still there
Still the confused abused terrified kid
So small but full of the biggest hurt
And all of it can never be undone
It will always have happened
So the least others can do now
Is seem me, hear me, believe me
Please?
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Hi A, I am a csa, sa, and domestic violence survivor, I'm also a survivor of intimate partner trafficking.
Could you write me a poem that can put into words the feeling that your body no longer belongs to you, but to them?
Sending love to you and wishing you well on your healing journey. I like your poems and I appreciate your work and what you do for others.
Poems for Survivors - 4
You know those race greyhounds
Forced to run and run and run
Collared and owned and forced to do
Labelled as pets, but abused and hurt
All ownership and choice falls to their captor
The ones that hurt and hurt and hurt them
Yeah, I feel like one of those greyhounds
I am out now, supposedly
But I can still feel the collar on my neck
My body is not my own, it is still theirs
They still own me and my being
I try to loosen the tightness around my neck
Try to breathe, to be, be my own me
Try to beg and plead, LET ME GO
I don't know how long I will look at myself and see them
But I hope one day I own me again
Rescue the greyhound
Make him a loved and cared for pet
Rescue me
Until they own none of me
And I entirely belong to myself again
#poems for survivors#recovery#healing#trauma coping#trauma#sa survivor#trauma survivor#poetry#writing#trauma warning
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can you write me a poem?
I was SA’d by my best friend. she was my best friend and I still love her and i’m trying to figure out how to move on. for context we are both female and she was drunk and I was asleep when it started. i’m still trying to figure out why this happened. i’m scared of everyone now.
Poems for Survivors - 3
"Best friends?" you questioned
"Best friends forever" she promised
You are or were friends - best friends
But the tenses are muddied with fear and confusion
You love her and she hurt you and you maybe still love her
But whatever you feel or felt is tainted bitter with what she did to you
The memory of the disorienting hurt you awoke to that night
And you so badly want it not to have happened
You want her to take it back and undo what was done
Then you can be best friends again - best friends forever
But you cannot - so you try to leave her and her hurt in the past tense
But you are still stuck in the memories with your meant to be best friend forever
So you question why it happened - you worry you're at fault
Going over the events trying to find the detail that might solve an unknown equation
You question how to move on and if you can when you're perpetually in the hurt
But my dear - what happened is all on her and none on you
You are not at fault - even if you love her - loved
her
Tenses will align one day and then you will know
You will move forward into the present - not stuck back there forever
But for now my dear - tread lightly on yourself
She may have promised "best friends forever"
But her actions cracked that possibility - cracked yourself and the once present "us"
Just know dear - you can still repair your you and heal yourself without her
You will be safe from the pain and fear and hurt one day
As you carefully re-put together the mosaic of yourself
#poems for survivors#my post#trauma warning#poetry#writing#trauma coping#healing#recovery#sa survivor#trauma survivor
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Poems for Survivors
Hello survivors,
If you are a CSA or SA survivor, I want to write you a poem.
If you want this, send an ask. Either a few words you want me to use. Or your story. Or anything you want.
Poetry is a part of my CSA recovery and I would like to share this with other survivors.
I care about you and I am proud of you, and keep fighting.
Signed, A.
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Poems For Survivors - 2
For @alizjay
He taught me
about the world
Showed me the past
the present
the future
What life would hold now
and after
He taught me my worth
And then he broke it
broke me
Snapped
right down the middle
of my soul
He taught me
about beauty
Showed me
what sacred existence
would be like
What I could gain
through peace and love
He taught me about heaven
And then
he put me through hell
Ruining myself
into pieces
of broken nothingness
He grew
the prettiest of plants
in me
Nurtured
cared
created
that beautiful being
What he did next
killed his creation
killed me
But he did not care
He taught the plant
how to blossom
taught me
how to live
Then drowned it
in bleach
drowned me
in a hell of hurt
The man
who taught me about heaven
Put me through hell
#poems for survivors#recovery#trauma coping#trauma#sa survivor#writing#poetry#trauma warning#trauma survivor#csa survivor
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I'm interested in your writing a poem
A push/pull dynamic between an authority and a child.
Confusion about who to be.
Feeling like a waste.
Body full of bugs.
Poems For Survivors - 1
For anon
They say “step left”
I step left - NO!
“You stepped right”
But I didn’t - I didn’t - I didn’t
And I don’t want to
But they said to
And they are always right
So I step the other left
Their left - THEIRS
Always theirs - never mine
I’m never me, am I?
What is me and what am I?
Am I just who they want me to be?
Who they hurt me to be?
I don’t even do a good job at that
According to them - them - THEM
Always them - never me
I am nothing - I am not
I am the space in between their words
And they barely ever pause
So I barely ever even exist
And when I do it ain’t pleasant
It feels like a spotlight
Highlighting every flaw
It feels like worms
Eating my insides hollow
They say I am flawed, nothing, useless
And they are always right, right?
They say “step left”
So I step left - their left - not mine
THEIRS THEIRS THEIRS
Never mine
Never me
Me?
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In case you need direct permission,
You are allowed to be angry about what happened to you!
You are allowed to be angry that they hurt you!
You are allowed to be angry!
Okay? Okay
#okay? okay#recovery#trauma coping#healing#coping#trauma#sa survivor#trauma survivor#trauma warning#anger
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What you did to me was not on me!
I did not deserve what you did to me!
What you did to me was entirely on you!
I will never deserve what you did to me!
Fuck you abusers!
#trauma coping#healing#trauma#sa survivor#trauma survivor#csa survivor#trauma warning#swearing warning#violence survivor
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Poems for Survivors
Hello survivors,
If you are a CSA or SA survivor, I want to write you a poem.
If you want this, send an ask. Either a few words you want me to use. Or your story. Or anything you want.
Poetry is a part of my CSA recovery and I would like to share this with other survivors.
I care about you and I am proud of you, and keep fighting.
Signed, A.
#poetry#trauma coping#trauma warning#recovery#coping#healing#writing#trauma#csa warning#sa warning#sa survivor#csa survivor#trauma survivor#violence survivor#poems for survivors
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You know it is okay if your identity actually is from trauma, right?
People will say, ‘being trans is not a trauma thing’ or ‘being aspec is not a trauma thing’ or ‘being queer is not a trauma thing’.
And yeah, in a lot of cases they aren’t. They are often just there and nothing can change them.
But also in a lot of cases they can be trauma responses. Trauma can really change who you are.
So if you are queer or trans or aspec and it is because of trauma, that is okay.
You identify is still yours and valid, even if others say it isn’t and even if you don’t think you would have been this way without your trauma.
It is okay if your identity is formed or changed from trauma. Okay? Okay.
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Dear that nurse,
Thank you.
For wearing that pin that you wear on your lanyard.
The orange one. The ‘stop the violence’ one.
It means a lot to me as a survivor of violence.
So thank you.
Signed, A (your patient).
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You abused me so badly and for so long. And for that, I am so angry. But you know what? I am allowed to be angry. I am allowed to rage and be hurt and hate your disgusting self.
But I am not going to let that anger ruin me, like you have tried to do so many times.
My anger is fire and fuel. And I am going to use that fire. Not to burn myself. But to burn pathways in society so no other little child ever has to be hurt like this.
You messed me up. But I am never going to let you win. I am a goddamn survivor. And I will make sure that I use this anger and fire to help, never hurting others like you.
You are allowed to be angry at them for all they have done. You are allowed to be angry. But don’t let that anger ruin you. Use it. Harness it. Change with it. You can do this. You are a survivor. Okay? Okay.
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Hey bud, yeah you.
You know when they hurt you? When you were so young and had no say and were trapped? And they were supposed to protect you and they didn’t? They were the ones who hurt you the most in this life?
Yeah that wasn’t okay. That was completely horrible to have happened to you. And that was entirely their fault, bud. You were a little kid. That was not on you, it was on them. And what they did was was not okay and will never be okay.
But bud, you are still here. You are there reading this and you a true and utter survivor. You survived all of the stuff they put you through. You survived and you are still surviving. And I truly believe that one day you will thrive.
But for now, keep fighting. You will be okay. You will heal and get better and recover. And you will be safe from what happened to you. Keep going, bud. I am so proud of you. You can do this.
Okay? Okay.
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A’s Recovery Playlist
Don’t Give Up On Me - Andy Grammer
From Now on - Hugh Jackman
Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier
(So far, anyway.)
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The gravity on Earth oftentimes feels like it is crushing me
The weight of my past and the grasp of my future and the floating present tense
I am stuck, I am hurt, I am broken
But can’t stuck things be unstuck or simply stuck softer?
And can’t hurt things heal with comfort and safety?
Yes I am broken, but broken things can be beautiful too, right?
So for now I shall just try to survive in the pressure of reality
Slipping in between all my worlds and parts and tenses
Waiting for the day my broken blossoms into beauty and I can bare the gravity on Earth
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