And No-one Ever Told Me How To Break

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By Kathy Parker

And no-one ever told me how

healing was supposed to feel.

That it would be an anguish

that claws along my ribcage

before it tears me wide open

and lays bare all my ugliness.

That it would be scarves of

pain weaved around my neck

like hands that grip my throat

and leave me fighting for life.

That it would be a wilted body,

exhausted from the relentless

fight against the demons that

wage war upon my beaten soul.

That it would be bloody hands,

blistered and raw from clinging

so tightly to the addictions that

deaden this goddamn torment.

No, no-one ever told me how

healing was supposed to feel.

I didn’t know it would hurt like

barbwire dragged over my skin,

and knives gouged in my heart.

Yet all I know is before I’m able

to full heal, I must allow myself

to fully break.

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About the author
Writer. Poet. Survivor. Warrior. Word Alchemist.
Kathy Parker is a lover of beautiful word and wide open spaces; a wild heart, passionate soul and gentle spirit. She is a survivor of abuse, sufferer of Complex-PTSD. Her greatest desire is to see all women empowered with the knowledge of their glorious worth.You can also find Kathy at Facebook, Twitter and Instagram