Survivor Poetry by Kelcy Dakota Kimmerer
Wednesday, June 13th, 2012 • PTSD Guest Post: Survivors Speak •
I Breathe in Light
arms and hands cannot reach
sheaths of stone
my body like Stonehendge
all stands between and weighs me down
dreaming of flying high
yet all I know is
sinking low
falling down-worn out knees
reaching within to find
pieces of nothingness
Today Id like to let go
surrender myself to the sky
to breathe in light
hold on no longer
into darkness I first must go
no walls around me
no floors below
no ceilings above
a golden rope is suspended
I grasp, knuckles white with fear
either I let go
my heart flying with faith
or I hold on and
I never really live
I kick and scream
cry, fight, fold into myself
like paper origami
and then…..
I breathe into me
I surrender
and there to catch me are all the hands of youI release
and within this surrender I am injected
with the marrow of life
HERE is
all the power.
Kelcy lives in Brooklyn New York with her best friend Wiggles the dog. She has lived with Post Traumatic Stress from repeated traumas for most of her life and for majority of those years it was undetected. Kelcy is an artist, writer and aspiring musician. Creative expression has allowed her to release the many emotions that both consumed and debilitated her in everyday living. As well has yoga, breathing and her new found love of dancing. She has found that also working with rescue dogs and patiently gaining their trust has been an amazing way of opening her heart and helping her to love and trust. Kelcy truly believes that being of service to things outside herself has a great impact on her own healing.
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Beautiful poem. Beautiful woman. Wow. I can relate to everything she expresses through this poem. Magnificent.
Such wonderful imagery! Free as can be!
Touched a soul more than you know.
A treasure of words, the finest cruelest of thought and woe, beautifully woven and worn. A leather belt a noose around my soul. Stranged with fear by a darkness creating little deaths in place of breath. Now tells a story and is used as a lifeline pulling me back into myself a tether to all that is light and pure of heart.