Trauma dump

 Trigger Warning: This poem addresses intense and potentially distressing themes, including betrayal, financial abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, and gaslighting. The content may evoke strong emotional reactions and memories for those who have experienced similar traumas. Please read with caution and prioritize your mental and emotional well-being.

What doesn’t kill you  

isn’t always  

a lesson  

in strength.

Sometimes

it’s a collection  

of traumas:

sharp knives  

of betrayal  

thrown  

with precision,

the sting  

of financial abuse,  

each debt  

a wound  

that never heals.

You kept my things  

like trophies  

of your conquest,  

reminders  

of possession.

Physical abuse  

leaves bruises  

that fade,  

but the pain  

settles in the marrow.

Sexual abuse  

is an invasion,  

a theft  

of my sanctuary,  

leaving scars,  

invisible  

but deep.

Emotional abuse  

is a storm  

eroding  

my foundation,  

one word  

at a time.

Gaslighting  

turns truth  

into mist,  

my reality  

shattered  

and questioned.

What doesn’t kill you  

doesn’t always  

make you stronger.  

Sometimes  

it leaves you  

clinging to fragments  

of who you were.

But still,  

I rise  

with every piece  

I reclaim,  

a mosaic  

of survival.