I cannot cycle,
I cannot drive,
I cannot dive,
I cannot swim,
but I will survive.
But I can tell you about childhood trauma,
sometimes it seems all I know.
It has stayed in my head and heart,
it crushes me and rips me apart.
My pain is real,
I see it, feel it, live it.
It’s almost day brake and im still awake,
I’m watching my childhood, I can see what they are doing to me.
I can see them dragging me,
The take away my dignity.
They treat me as though I’m worthless,
they traumatise me terrorise me,
my screams are always silent.
My emotions are still raw
i am a heap on the floor.
Everything is real,
will i ever heal.
Will i ever be free,
from the broken child within me.
I don’t want to be a heap on the floor.
I will get up,
I will get up,
I am standing up,
my head held high,
I won’t cry.
Dorothy: Age 13