Being broken isn’t the end of me… I may shake and puke when faced with the enemy but being broken isn’t the end of me… I may break down and forget to breathe… It will take time to patch myself back to life but being scattered around won’t be the end of me… One day …
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A healing child
Trigger warning! Contains details of physical abuse and mentions sexual abuse. This Ramadan… I am reminded of Ramadan many moons ago… I am reminded of my tiny preteen body… Fasting… Washing clothes under the big tree… The instruction was clear: don’t you dare eat or drink anything before you have prayed! As soon as I …
Is there anyone without issues? 😅
Yes, I have got issues… Trust issues… I don’t know all my triggers yet… I haven’t worked through all my traumas. Yes, I’m fucked up! But not fucked up enough to wanna fuck up your life! I am nobody’s problem. Incoming hyper independence… But my own. I am learning to listen and to reassure myself …
Yes, It’s I.
Yes it’s I, the girl with a broken jar for a heart, and yes I have sewn myself back together, but there are cracks in me, still and will always be… Sometimes a crack might bleed by a resurfaced memory… And a wolf may come through a crack again… It may dig its teeth in …
Bloody cracks
It’s not a lack of sharing something of me, oh I’m so good at sharing something from me, be it a thought, a past, or a look. It’s the assurance that there are cracks I still haven’t learned how to heal or deal to live with. And each time one of them bleed in came …
Fragile untameable
whenever I tried to get closer to God, an unseen chain of my brokenness brings to light to reveal just how broken and weak parts of me are. And if I’m not careful, a hyena may smell my woundedness and unfortunately, a hyena digging his teeth into my flesh felt home. Tales of body-grown little …
Are you with or against me?
Tell me mon Cheri, you don’t believe in cages for me… Tell me you too want me to be free… Just like waves by a shore, I know my way back home… While the cruel argue for how sharp and short leash I need as a necklace by the neck buried in your chest tell …
Stripped på norsk
Har du noengang sett en rak rygg med bøyd hode?Tørre grener brekker om en prøver å bøye dem for å rette de utJeg vil bøye hvert ledd i meg for å se deg i øynene når du ser ned på megYdmyk og stolt kvinne uten skam er født av berg og dalbaneJeg kaster av meg …
a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape
I wrote this piece for a project “a take on sex and sexuality as a survivor of rape” I wanted to post it here too. The room was dark and damped, I found comfort in staring at the barely moving curtain on the wide-open window it was a hot summer day. It was late and …
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