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by | Mar 7, 2025 | Your Stories

The West Sider’s Trauma

Sunsets come and go
Snow and darkness were all around
both inside and out
It wasn’t until that afternoon
I knew what she was talking about

My breath once foreign
now feels a part of me
It moves and grows
as I allow myself
to connect to its ebs and flows

I no longer fear rejection or shame
once mounted on that hill of fame
I’m rooted in myself now
I now realize something new
I am more than just my last name

I was once a dirty sidewalk
now graceful petals opening
Thoughts of hide yourself
have transformed to
be nothing but be myself

I now take up room
say no
twirl around
and don’t let others tell me
to sit down

My power has awakened
it was stored deep within
I never knew it could be simple
by just noticing how I bend

I’ll never take my posture for granted
Never shrink myself again
Unless I want to snuggle up
to find beauty
in the mundane

Healing Through Witness

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