PTSD Survivor Poetry: Abused

We are continuing the celebration of National Poetry Month into the month of May! Our final submission is a poem that comes from …Denita Stevens.  


By: Denita Stevens

Every last drop, every ounce of moistureIs consumed. The thirsty earth drank the last.Dehydrated nature screaming through the cracks.The bright sun smiles, merrily like a cure.Each ray of light slices down on natureLike a guillotine beheads swift and fast.Old blooms collapse from their malnourished shafts.Even tree trunks, once strong, are insecure.

Out of night, clouds emerge over the land;Plump with water, sponges that hold liquid.An unseen force, squeezes the juice of life.Each drop of rain is a small, stroking hand.In time of need, suppressing the wickedInclinations manifesting in time.


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