Poetry, Sexual Assault Recovery, Trauma & PTSD

A Poem of Survival

The color of my future
is a past broke open and
Laid to rest within the expanse
of what’s Possible.

I smile amidst bright tears
of my own making and

The Molasses riptide changes
to gentle Champagne.
My body rests and floats,
held up by imagination, bubbles.
My own strength. Yours.

Dread spins into nothingness.
I am the Curiosity that remains.

I am Magic
I am Whole
I am Safe
I am


That noon hour of pain
and fear dissolves in
a mixture of blues, pinks,
purples and golden glitter.
Exposed to light —
the static & chaos recede

Abracadabra! I Say:
With my file folder of words.
Because I am Powerful.

I am Now
I am the calm waves of Now.

Art by Dianne Hammer

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