Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

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Poem – Stolen Childhood

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Sad, frightened, alone
Her world, dangerous
Mastering vigilance
For the harm
She knows
Is coming
Always coming
Always present

In her land of gods and monsters
Safety is priority
More important
Than dolls and skipping
She endures evil
No child
Should ever know of

Her innocence
Ripped from her
So young
Her purity
Stolen
Taken
No comfort offered
Anywhere

She knows no different
But knows, it’s wrong
She can’t voice it
Confused
But knowing
The evilness
The blackness
Of life

In her life
In her garden of evil
In her childhood.

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Author: Healing From Complex Trauma & PTSD/CPTSD

I am a survivor of complex and multiple trauma and abuse, who at the age of 40, began my healing journey. I am using my journey to recovery and healing, to help others, to help survivors feel less alone, validated, encouraged and to enable others to understand themselves more. Complex trauma, particularly from severe, prolonged childhood abuse, is profoundly life changing. Complex trauma produces complex adults. The journey to recovery is a painful, often lonely, emotional daily challenge and it is my aim to encourage others in their daily battle. ~ Lilly Hope Lucario

4 thoughts on “Poem – Stolen Childhood”

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  1. Grainne
    November 1, 2013 at 4:46 pm

    This was so emotional and descriptive. Lovely post my friend.

  3. riemangeraldine
    November 6, 2014 at 4:32 am

    When I was about 6 years old, I remember that there were only two safe places for me. Sitting at the piano practicing and playing music, and under the covers in bed. I don’t know what happened to me, but I became very afraid of especially men and started hiding behind doors when men came to our house. At that time I was 4 or 5. Before that I was very outgoing, I was told.