Yoked

[FlyingOnBrokenWings]

She cries.
No one exactly knows why,
Or what made her cry. But she does.
Physical, mental, emotional pain
Crowds into her typical cheery demeanor
Overwhelming her in the ultimate distress and horror
With which she witnesses. She has no control over
Her body anymore. She cries at the stupidest things,
Shouts at the most illogical disasters. And yet no one cares.
She feels as though she can deal with it. Take upon her own
Yoke created by others to appear like she is that strong young
Woman everyone makes her out to be. But they are wrong.
She screams at them hoping they can hear her distress,
She stays silent in hopes that they will find that
she is holding back tears. But she is alone in her pain.
No one she knows canunderstand the pain she faces.
NO ONE. Her life has been unique and carved out by dishonest,
Cruel abusers who felt that they should control her every whim,
Every hope, and dream of escaping the life they dug her into.
And so this yoke she carries is heavy almost crushing her spirit
Along with her body to the point that she cannot even get up
And face another useless battle against her oppressors.


After I wrote this I realized this is how PTSD or CPTSD is for me.

[Talisien]

Thank you for sharing. I could relate to a lot of that. Especially the pain breaking through the normal cheery demeanour. Keep writing and sharing. 

[Sasha06]

This spoke to me so much! That it was me in that poem. Started to cry because of the feelings that wanted to express themselve. Hurt and anger because this is me. Or relief and happiness because there's someone out there who understands! Thank you!

Now I just have to go and fix my make-up.