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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.

Stephanie Briar

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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Deep Self Love Trauma Yourself
In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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