Trauma/Healing Poetry

Dear younger self 🤍, I see you, always. I shall vow to always protect your pure, fragile soul — despite the glass mirror between us. You are safe; no one can hurt you, hayati. Dear older self 🖤, Thank you for never abandoning me and always protecting me, I wish I could give you a hug — You went to jahannam and back for us to be where we are now, Thanks for not giving up on us despite attempts and wanting to. ...Read more →

I see a young girl in a woman yet an old soul inside a child. She is as soft as a marshmallow, if anything, softer than a cotton ball. The emptiness in her eyes, I can see her screaming for help yet the blackhole is sucking her in not letting her out. I can feel the desolation inside of her. I can hear her very loud and clear yet no one else can see or feel or hear this poor child. ...Read more →