Poetry: Not Broken.
in my mind
is just a reminder of why I fight
My enemies barely
brought me to my knees
I was never broken
They couldn’t break me
They only shattered the fragile
shell of this
On the cold ground I was reborn
from his lonely reality
I was only awoken.
It’s been three years now since I finished therapy for PTSD. I always remember because it’s close to my birthday. I’m always easily overwhelmed with emotion around this time of year, and tend to retreat within my writing. And thus, this piece of poetry was born.
But I think I was meant to go through everything I did, just so I could be the person I am now. I was broken, only so I could rebuild myself. It wasn’t easy… it’s never easy… but I’m here, and I will always fight.
I’m here to guide others that are struggling. I want to show people that there is hope. No matter how dark the world seems right now, in this moment, there is always hope.
#warrior #PTSD #NotBroken