#madigetscreative

I tried something new today with this layout. I don’t know whether it actually paid off or if something looks weird about it. What do you all think?

And ends

My skin forever marred by the pink mishapen rounds of cigarette burns

And knife wounds

My body warring against itself to accommodate the force that once was

But is, no longer

With only the whisper of a name and not a soul calling me mom I wish I could go back and do it all over again if only I could have but one thing:

Her.

Xo M

Personal entry about the PTSD I deal with. Something that many people deal with on a daily basis. Personally, I write poetry about it once I come out of a panic attack. It’s the only way that I can get through the mental attack on my emotions.

a constant clench of pressure

crushes, suffocates my breath.

builds upon the surface

like a pile of anthrax dust.

        My battered hide

        is crosshatched with

        a million bruises and half-healed scars,

        carved inside this bark, so

        skin seems strong as steel,

        yet, paper-thin when frazzled

        by a jab or cruel remark.

            Reminders of my flaws

            are tatted to these lids

            on the inside, next to retinas

            starved of restful sleep.

      Soon, a salty breath of sea

      will trigger quick release

      before the riptide plunges me

      to darker depths beneath.

My latest. Self care is a must today.