Trauma, Tears & Triumph
By Salty
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I run away but want to crumble.
Your eyes: only one glance, one look, hits me like a tidal wave.
I can’t breathe. I’m plunging. Rescue me before I drown.
I hide but wish to be found only by you ...
Salty understands first-hand the devastating effects of trauma as well as the importance of showing ourselves compassion during these moments rather than placing unreasonable expectations on ourselves to “get over it” after a certain time period.
In a poetic story of love, loss, and lessons learned, Salty shares writings that lead others on a journey through the depths of the heart as she bravely confronted the emotions associated with unrequited love, self-doubt, and heartache, ultimately learning how to lift herself up and face the future with a new perspective. In poems and prose that speak to the universal human experience, Salty helps us all map a course through one of our most relatable struggles in life.
Trauma, Tears & Triumph shares poems and prose that lyrically chronicle a young woman’s powerful journey to and from the self as she struggled with and eventually healed from heartache and loss.
Salty
Salty is a student pursuing an education in the field of mental health and sexual education. She is passionate about using her experiences to set an example for others on how to love and respect themselves. Salty is a mental health advocate and sexual assault activist who volunteers for domestic violence shelters in her community. She currently lives in Sayville, New York.
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Trauma, Tears & Triumph - Salty
Copyright © 2019 Salty.
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ISBN: 978-1-9822-2892-7 (sc)
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2019905922
Balboa Press rev. date: 05/30/2019
Contents
Preface
Part 1 Trauma: The Love
Poison As Medicine
Cognitive Dissonance
Smoke in the Fog
The Start of it All
Walking On Water
Freight Train
O’Connor Hall
How I Truly Feel
January 28, 2016
Waiting Room
Stuck in Bed
Daring Greatly
East Meadow
Neuroses
February 4, 2016
Before the Call
Wrapped Around Your Finger
You Took My Brain
Give It Up
Sun and Rain
Treading Water
February 29, 2016
Walking for Miles
Destination: Nowhere
Lonely Nights
Panic Attacks in the Detergent Aisle
Will Mom Find This?
Just Another Tuesday
Alive but Not Living
Communications Class
Slicing Off My Limbs
Homesick
What It Feels Like to Be Assassinated
Mad Scientist
Flashbacks at Target
Death Wish
Will You Miss Me When I’m Gone?
Cycle of Violence: Stage 2
Lies I Tell Myself
Lies You Tell Me
Overdue
The First Time
If Only I’d Known, I’d Make All the Same Mistakes
Without You
Unhinged
Realizations
Can of Worms
Dysfunction Is My Middle Name
Dark Night of the Soul
Stages of Grief
If I Had a Dollar (for Every Time I Regressed)
Undated
Inevitable Disaster
Late Nights
Part 2 Tears: The Loss
Insomnia
Maddening
Untitled
Midnight
Dead to Me
August
Regurgitation
Split Mind
Wavering
Played
You (Don’t) Complete Me
Blessing and a Curse
Spectacular Mess
I Hate Myself for Loving You
Half Empty
Parasitic Relationships
Suck My Cockiness
Honor the Fallen
Three Months
Eleven Months, Twelve Days
You Promised
Head Under Water
What Doesn’t Kill You Gets You Medicated
Therapy Sessions
Petrified
Crying in the Shower
Embers
Unanswered Questions
The Lost Years
Dying to Survive
He’s Not You
She’s Not Me
Intermittent Reinforcement
Tidal Waves
Blindsided
He Touched Me
Love Addict
Third-Degree Burns
Tap Out
Happy Hour
The Look
Brandon
Jackass
DSM-V: 300.29
Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but Your Words Broke My Heart
The Woman in the Mirror
Basking In My Loneliness
You Love My Unlovability
Emotional Whiplash
If You Love Someone, Set Them Free
Abandoned Car in the Parking Lot
Let It Burn
Magic Tricks
Flooding
Five Stages of Grief—Bargaining
Part 3 Triumph: The Lesson
Unconditional Love
True Love Never Dies
When a Narcissist Meets an Empath
Remission to Recurrence
Time Doesn’t Heal All Wounds
One Day My Nonvolatile Price Will Come
Treat People the Way You’d Like to Be Treated
I Love You (to Death)
With or Without Me
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Getting Away with Murder
Grin and Bear It
The Honeymoon Period
Now All You Are Is a Legend
Trauma Bonding
A Tale of Two Friends
On Top of Me
Do It for Me
Sean
It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times
Happily Never After
You’re So Vain
Read Between the Lines
Silver Lining
Cutting Cords
A Word on Self-Worth
No Mercy
Dr. Jekyll / Mr. Hyde
Skinned
Kintsukuroi
Complicated Grief
Thorns
Vultures
Dead of Winter
Diamond in the Rough
Imagine
Adam and Eve
Rock Bottom
Complex PTSD
Pile of Ashes
Save Me (from Myself)
Tombstone
Nice to Meet You
The Sky’s the Limit
Asteroids
Prescriptions
Up in Flames
The Sacred Ache
Sleep Paralysis
Unanswered Prayers
Esophageal Varices
Sheer Serendipity
Stars in My Eyes
Archery
Free Falling
One and Only
Riptide
Undefeated
Houdini
The Sun Will Rise
Unbroken
Black Widow
Svedka
Shell Shock
Violations
I Said No
A Poem I Wish I Didn’t Have to Write
Irony
Unfinished Business
The Sweetest Nectar
The Rebirth
Radioactive Contamination
Habituation
Clouded Judgment
The Power of Love
A. D.
Anorexic
When I Find You
Hedonistic Pretense
Osmosis
Victim to Victorious
Enmeshed
Anthologies
Fire and Ice
La Belle Indifference
To the Boys I’ve Loved
A Letter to the Next Guy I Fall For
My Pain Is Not in Vain
The Coldest Summer
Burning Bridges
Anima, Animus
Sapiosexual
Redeeming Grace
A. S.
Puzzled
Glass Coffin
Predators
Romeo and Juliet Remix
Miles Away
J. S.
A Good Man
T. D.
Love in Color
Heartbreak Is a Girl’s Best Friend
One-Night Stand
Cheek to Cheek
Reenactment
I Still Believe in Love
Afterword
For all who are hurting, hoping, and healing
Dedicated to to my father. I hope I make you proud. I love and miss you always.
Preface
I have been thinking of a perfect
way to start this for quite some time. Ultimately, I figured there is no perfect way and the best way to begin is just to write. So, here we are. It’s funny because I wrote my afterword months ago, whereas this preface is the final piece I am writing. The journey from when I started writing/editing this work to when I finished it has been a long one. I didn’t realize how much time, energy, and hard work goes into writing a book. You see, the first entry started out as an excerpt from a journal entry written in my three-hour class. I had no intentions of creating a book until one day my counselor suggested I compile my poems into one.
This was very sloppy and like any other piece of art. It began as an idea. I was typing away in the library for hours a week because I felt desperately alone and like I had nobody to talk to. Those who were kind enough to listen either didn’t understand or didn’t seem to care.
Trauma, Tears, and Triumph is a story of love, loss, and lessons. I broke it up into three sections for the reader. Trauma: The Love is the start of it all. It is made up of work from the time when I was in an abusive relationship. Tears: The Loss includes poems written during the breakup period. Triumph: The Lesson details the time period from after leaving my partner to most recently.
This story isn’t for everyone, and it’s not the easiest read. I suggest practicing self-care before, during, and after as it may be triggering. This is not a perfect book with a perfect story and perfect ending. Nevertheless, the ending is a happy one because I decided to keep living. What I want people to know is that although the triumph period was my better year, it was not an easy, straight path. Recovery is a journey and an ongoing process. We need to allow ourselves room to mess up and make mistakes. It’s not like once we reach a certain destination, we have it all figured out. It took me almost losing my life, going back to my abuser, and having to fight the urge to return for me to learn my lesson. And I’m still a work in progress. There are days I feel incredibly strong, and there are others I feel just as weak as before.
I think society has this expectation that after making some poor choices, we either succeed or fail. That’s not exactly how life works. We are not all good or all bad. There will be days that are better or worse than others. It’s up to us to notice when we are operating from a place of fear and old wounds.
I know firsthand the devastating effects trauma can have on a person. I am still in the process of healing, and that’s okay. We must show ourselves compassion instead of placing unreasonable expectations on ourselves to be over it
after a certain time period.
Rereading through my old journals was a tedious, painful process. There were points when I was ready to throw in the towel. It’s not worth it, I thought to myself, to relive these traumatic events. What I’ve come to realize is that I had to go through these horrible experiences to have my voice heard. I have a message I want to share with the world, an important story that needs to be spread. If I can help one person feel less alone, then all of the suffering would have been worth it.
At the end of the day, one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is that we are our own worst enemies. Others may scar us, but it’s often our own resentment, guilt, and shame that keeps hurting us, not others. It is okay to forgive yourself now. It is okay to let it go. Take my hand; we will do it together.
Trigger warning: this book contains material related to sexual assault, eating disorders, self-harm, suicide, and abuse.
Part I
Trauma: The Love
Poison As Medicine
Told myself I’d never go back, but here I am again.
Knew from the start I would relapse. Still, I put up a facade to pretend
When we are together, my lungs get constricted. I try to forgo but am already addicted.
Because you are like heroin; I just cannot quit. Always on my mind; let me get a hit.
All it took was one time; a single ounce and I was hooked.
I’ve never been so high. You’re the best kind.
Now I’m dreading the plummet.
Don’t let me collapse. Hurry me to rehab.
Feeling so sick without my hit.
Because you are like heroin I don’t want to quit.
Plagued by temptation, itching to submit,
Striving to act placid around everyone else, yet going insane when by myself.
Detox me, stop me, or the end will be tragic. You are my favorite, most debilitating habit.
Preoccupied, obsessed, I have become dependent. Before it kicks in, it’d be best to just end it.
Get you out of my system. Let me be free. How can I remain nostalgic while you are so deadly?
I’ll use you, abuse you. I don’t want to feel—but it’s all in my mind, and I wish it were real.
Because you are my heroin, I’m unable to quit. I am so consumed by you that it is impractical for me to resist.
Proceed with caution if you’re going to start. The side effects are dangerous. They go straight to your heart.
Cognitive Dissonance
You pull me in. I resist.
I run away but want to crumble.
Your eyes: only one glance, one look, hits me like a tidal wave.
I can’t breathe. I’m plunging. Rescue me before I drown.
I hide but wish to be found only by you. What do you do?
Do you notice? You don’t even try. My mind shrieks no while my head’s in the sky.
Besides, it’s too late. You are my quicksand. What gives you this right?
I wish it weren’t so. Before we met, I was content alone,
Artificially safe. But you are a hazard.
I find myself smiling more than I should. Why does everything bad have to pay off so good?
I tiptoe on glass, trying not to bleed. You should come with a warning; still I’d follow your lead.
This high I am on, I could feel it forever. Yet you are a hurricane; I cannot predict the weather.
Your omnipresence, so bright that I cannot see. When you’re accustomed to hail, sun’s a foreign scene.
Caught in a double bind, perishing in fire. How can one trust when they, too, are a liar?
I’ll send you all the wrong ways so our nights never end.
You can’t provide a taste of heaven then not give it again.
Because hours pass like minutes whenever I’m with you,
While days impersonate eternity when you’re not in my view.
Please, I am a wreck. This cycle doesn’t stop.
I’ll be damned to add you to the list of crooks to be forgotten.
My face says that I don’t care, yet my soul cannot be restrained.
Not sure what you’d call it, love, lust, or insanity.
So I will just weep until I get an answer
And, in the meantime, convince myself it really doesn’t matter.
Smoke in the Fog
I am an open wound, bound to burst soon.
Trust me, you can’t believe me. He’s all I see before I drift to sleep.
A smoke in the fog, a haze, he makes it clear. His skin on mine. Watch as I disappear.
Take me away to a foreign place. I wear a mask but still fall from grace.
On a sinking ship, don’t panic, I’m drowning.
He’ll revive me from my ashes. My death wish he’s doubting.
Yet this discomfort—I’m frozen, too scared that if I surrender, he will not be there.
I want to honor his heart like he has impacted my soul.
Spare me the drudgery. Can he fill this hole?
I could look at him forever, not uttering a single thing.
He need not speak a word to compel my heart to sing.
‘Cause when daybreak rolls around and I am all alone,
I sketch the proof on my skin, abducted at a crossroad.
Evidence on my arms. It is a privilege that my heart aches for you. I feel vulnerable and raw.
Who knew reconciling with love would be this cruel?
The Start of it All
I’ve been thinking of you constantly. Not just today, but every day since the day I met you. From the moment I laid eyes on you I feel like I’ve been on this Ferris wheel of emotions. It freaks me out because when I’m with you, it’s like I’m on top of the world—invigorated, free, full of life. But moments like now, it seems that I’ve been stuck on the ground forever. I think I’m in love. Or falling in love. I’ve been trying to figure this out. Am I am, in fact, in love or just lusting after you? I’ve never felt like this before. My passionate new feelings cloud my judgment. These are emotions I’ve