Dust
/This is a poem about something that bothers me in my living space, but that I constantly make the choice of leaving it as it is, until I have the energy to do it.
Sharing openly from the heart. Looking Trauma in the eye.
This is a poem about something that bothers me in my living space, but that I constantly make the choice of leaving it as it is, until I have the energy to do it.
This is a short poem about one of the many aspects of trauma recovery. Noticing things in the body, finding words to name them and describe them.
Read MoreBefore starting, I just want to caution you to the content of this post. It is about child sexual abuse and maybe you may want to check within yourself if this is a good time for you to read it.
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